Human Beans were put on this earth

Human beans were put on this earth

To learn to find the ending of a roll of

selotape

To hear the sound of goats’ bells as

they make good their escape

To learn to spot their luggage on a

moving carousel

To learn to read expressions and eye

brow tics as well

To walk around full circle Til youre

back where you began

To rescue eggs for turtles

With an exiled Syrian man

To bemoan the lack of signage on

railway platform walls

To fall in love with a cleric who wont

return your calls

To instigate a transfer that’s a record

breaking deal

To own a long haired hamster

That gets caught in its wheel

To compile an algorithm of the latest

cool

Tell children theyre forgiven for the

stunts they pull at school

To grow tomatoes in a green house

Because you like the smell

Of bloody marys in the morning

And the theme to William tell

To learn to conquer evil in the

driving rain

And free a tangled seagull

Then hold it until its tame

To fall foul of a neighbour whose

fiddling the system

And plays the pipe and tabor to

disseminate his wisdom

To soothe a restless poet who likes to

quote from Prufrock

And buy a boat then row it to the

mermaids out on their rocks

To learn to play piano In a fetid

darkened room

To gaze up at the northern lights

Whilst returning to the womb

To espy a skein of geese

Flying in a v formation

And declare your love on bended

knee for a girl above your station

To find a broken record

You never knew you owned

And find a way to fix it with a glue

from singers bones

To facilitate exchange of goods from

something you’ve been knitting

To see a tree fall in the woods right

where the bear is shitting

To correct an imperfection with the

tokens you have earned

To see the moons reflection just as

you back is turned

To lose all sense of bearings with a

lassie by your side

And walk deep into a forest with a

blind man as your guide

To climb Galata tower with visions of

a fall

Then leap off spreading eagles wings

when you hear the sirens call

To travel to a city where there is

displayed an ancient throne

And with a broken heart experiment

with being alone

To visit a seers garden by the ocean

in the rain

And borrow an umbrella from a

woman much in pain

to sleep naked under canvas when

the artist isn’t looking

Pretend to be a statue she made out

of some old stockings