ANIMALS ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS 

I am beyond the point of thinking about
if it's blood or paint under my nails.
Once you have learnt to live on poison
and finish unfinished food you can start
to pay attention to the immanence of spring.

Animals are not your friends. The farthest
place away you can imagine is still too near
for me. In a room, in the rain, in the place
we began, are dreams of a summer where
the sun is shining still.

I am beyond the point of thinking about love.
It is such a clumsy word to sing
and always sounds so out of tune.
This small village has only a few places to walk
so tell me about myself.

Animals are not your friends. If you look
hard enough you will find a reason why.
At night dark holes stare up at the sky
and the lights in the houses go out
an all too sudden departure.

"Nothing will ever grow."





ANIMALS ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS

You have to get to the point of thinking
outside of the box. There is a band rehearsing
in the lecture theatre that was the chapel
and used to be a shop, but how much more
exciting than song is a brand new poem!

Animals are not your friends. They dribble,
moan and howl, require too many walks.
I've rambled around a bit, but never as much
as this. Pathways and tracks are animal signs,
words are the sign of a voice.

You have to get to the point of thinking outside
while you roll in the dirt. Practice contortionist
gestures and abandon the trailer trash park;
take note of your erratic heartbeat,
use it to map out your life.

Animals are not your friends. If it still moves,
shoot it; if it tastes good, better still.
I am happiest hiding behind curtains or drapes,
think I am ready to dig my own grave.
But what kind of story is that?

"I wish he had written much more."





ANIMALS ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS

What was I thinking, coming away alone?
There aren't enough bags on my back
to carry my books, and I'll never be able
to write or make anything here.
I am hard-pressed to even make out the words.

Animals are not your friends. The spider
is huge and the mouse is more like a rat.
The rat is a hedgehog living under the leaves,
the fox seems more like a horse
and the horse is the size of a house.

What was I thinking? I have lost
all sense of perspective along with
the will to live. Zany ping-pong guitar
and saxophone chaos make this world
noisy and beautifully warped.

Animals are not your friends. Their lifespan
is so short it feels like a lost cause.
Mercifully, vocals are often abandoned
allowing us to understand that music
is only a small part of the experience.

"I believe it to be pragmatic not banal."





ANIMALS ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS

I know I shouldn't keep thinking about them
but why are there so many dead badgers
on the road? The speed limit should be
lower and the road angle is all wrong:
at the roundabout you can't see a thing.

Animals are not your friends.
They disappear when you go away
and make the neighbours worry,
turn up again the night before
you're due to arrive home.

I know it's not even September
but autumn is definitely here.
The grass is long but too wet to cut
and I'm due back at work tomorrow.
Autumn is definitely here.

Animals are not your friends.
They're collecting food for winter
and thinking about sleep.
Halfway between heaven and earth
you'll find this Cornish village.

"Summer flowers seed and scatter."


         Rupert M Loydell