Cast Warrior

and now you’re staring down the howitzer
do you know whence the blast will come?
the ecce in the hac pictura
there is a rule under the thumb

and then the cast warrior said
there is something inside your head
but it is clearly not for me

along the walls the mavens cried
it can’t be you, you must have died
the barrel and the panoply

a shot acrostic boughs aplenty
all enzymatic with aplomb
police the indians have sent me
the little man plutonium

the potters’ damn the waterwheel
thinking they have to touch to feel
but on the railway burns a lake

the lion lost the will to ring
them on the phone are talking still
there is a lime that life must slake

so double up and earwig go
some must move fast just to go-go
so double up and ring the bell
if you feel noise and you see smell

there’s no chorus to this one, ono
i have no answers and i’m not benvolio
romancing the stone: what a croc
did you think i’m in the ballpark just to shock?

the hypocaustic at the centre
the hoping sprung up from the well
i coped with nor a drop of water
now noradrenal sails to sell

and now the cast warrior downs
the tools of war and looks around
at all the devastation dead

the thorns and roses in the crown
the left, the right, the amyl frown
eye propos newt axe ginger bread

there’s no chorus to this one, ono
i have no answers and i’m not benvolio
romancing the stone: what a croc
did you think i’m in the ballpark to defrock?

a down and out is the ryecatcher
a lengthy letter to the sun
a spore can rot the hooves of thatchers
fording the crossing with a gun

and then the cast warrior fired
a kiln, a cross, animal tired
and in the birth canal a wake

the water flowed around the dear
est manus laborare clear
the twilight reeling from the take

so double up and catch a pitch
her on the shore safe tee a bitch-itch-itch
so double up and come alive
pure math says two and two are five

there’s no chorus to this one, ono
i have no answers and i’m not benvolio
romancing the stone: what a croc
did you think i’m in the ballpark run amok?

viva zapata pater pat her
the hilt a gleaming for the chum-p
(down in the doom you need verse sum-p)
i an’ i reconnect the hertz whore
goggle-eye damping family frump

occluding eclipsoidal saunter
eccles the fool blue berry heel
a fusion frenzied contra pointer
taste on the tip the groove a squeal
(does sex appeal, ice ex a peal)

and then the cast warrior said
there is something inside your head
but it is clearly not for me

along the walls the mavens cried
it can’t be you, you must have died
the barrel and the panoply

so double up and earwig go
some must move fast just to go-go
so double up and ring the bell
if you feel noise and you see smell

there’s no chorus to this one, ono
i have no answers and i’m not benvolio
romancing the stone: what a croc
did you think i’m in the ballpark picking locks?

the engineer can rape the daughter
(treading water, treading water)
the driver can ham ley ram-raid
(into the grave, into the grave)
the priest can pave the way for slaughter
(safety thought, i safely thought)
the goblin gobbling hobbits lathe
(can conquer babe, con qui quer ave)

concrete can go off underwater
(opening nought, eye ape en naught)
the string theorist can chart to prey
(strum from the bough, sturm und der plough)
eye lift balloons can fette Beute
(the mr. soft he’s naughty cauter)
the hinterland is by the way
(eye piccolo, i pickle hay)

doubloons can cascade in urea
the sheepish shorn in mortal fear
the half-crown blackbird gone to bake

the madeleine, the honeybee
their white the greatcoats come for
teatime now the yeast has proffered ache

the matinee, the retinue
the cavalcade, the scooby-doo
the mickey mouse to masticate

the entourage, the wiretap
succubus shoulder than the clap
look out your head on too gyrate

the loping side, the lepers thing
her speyed eye spidering-a-ring
of roses way to thorny cape

laplander in the arctic monk
he’s got to get too drink to drunk
the simian biotic bake

the rapprochement, the spastic dance
england has not begat a chance
since britt’ny spears a swedish steak

outgoing asa polio
player piano in the no
chance off my army amour quake

a glottal stop it has to cling
clang up the steeple has to
chiming with the robots hamster hake

a trip to heave a trip to ho
how hits are held back by the bow
calamity clam pearl jam tin toe take

so double up and hoof the tea rag
balls so big when you’re all small?
so double up and shoot your leg
off with the gloves, off with the head

there’s a chorus to this i can show
it will be coming in a moment at the dough-oh-oh
to hell with the lock and the stock
injunapolis took the big boy to the...
(can conquer babe, con qui quer ave)

all our sons turn in to guns
all the suns shines for no-one
all our sons turn in to guns
all the suns shines for no-one