jumble action

[wytchcroft]

This was initially at Aliasse's request after some words i used in conversation regarding the previous fragment, action men and my childhood; "Now you have to write a poem called 'jumble action' FOR SURE:) (And use the words 'squidgy head' in it.)"

i've tightened it up a little and i hope it's worth a read now i've turned it into a song

jumble action, jumble action
well that was the 70s;
fractured scenes inside the churchyard
and the circle of trees

prefabricated houses
calling out, come one come all
a market and a meeting place
inside the old church hall

no need to be careful of my awkward limbs
and various growing pains
nothing but jumble action
bread and cheese and the smell of the drains
the chatter of the tea cup clattering parishioners
among the human remains

this was the place where we learned to say grace
this was the place where we learned our disgrace
where i drowned poor Johnny in the sandpit
and swore behind my batman mask

but jumble action, jumble action 
well that was a little bizarre....
clutching at bargains like a plastic watch
or yet another matchbox car

a watch would make me invisible
i was never very good with time
and a car could swallow me whole
and driiiiiiiiiiive...

off and away with my action man
like me he had a squidgy head -
you could pinch it between your fingers
and listen to the puff of air
in one ear and out the other
with a wonky eyed stare

but we were the tomorrow people
we were telepathic and strange
we were the ancient Martians dreaming
cowboys on the range
exiles from Atlantis on a fantastic journey
through the Bermuda triangle
and home again
to a rented television...
back home again

jumble action, jumble action
handy hand me down clothes
back when it seemed that no one worried about those
and designer labels just meant which one you chose
between the co-op and the spar

fumbling out the coupons
that were saved all year
green as money, just like the old pound notes
crinkling in the pocket of a nylon coat

between the backstreets and flats
over many a mile
all the buildings, all the faces
every kind and style
like a Woolworths sticky pick n mix
plonked down in a random pile
nothing but jumble action...
and a genuine smile

jumble action
and a genuine smile

it lasted me for a while
it lasted me for a little while...
.................

thanks Aliasse:))