Stranger on the Shore (a west coast dream) : starting point

in my reverie I draw
a silhouette upon a shore
a hundred years from now
or maybe even more
and wonder what thoughts
dwell in him
are the feelings that he
holds within
akin to mine
and the peace of mind
i’m longing for?


Cat’s Chorus, a nonsense song for felines written whilst listening to Bob Dylan.

let us sing of fancy fish
which dance around our dreams
and hold our thrall for hours
or so it always seems

oh let us sing of dining mice
feasting fat on cheese
riding round in horsedrawn traps
to save their creaky knees

and let us sing of big fat cows
a filled with milky cream
chewing cuddy bubble gum
upon the village green

then let us end our song like this
before the sun’s away
and curl up in a bundle
to sleep away the day.