Luther and Buck

He did not care a fcuk
About Luther and Buck
Two captive dolphins
Poor Sods
Captivity Left them
As nervous as Hell
Wanting to be near Their gods
That complete realisation
That wildness was once more
To be
The possible bedrock of being
Once again back in the sea

Essentially that is a problem
Flesh and blood worrying times
From a tank full of chlorine
To the wide wilder ocean
In many ways it kind of chimes
With the blood in your veins
With the soul urge
Fear at the dark shapes around
the current so powerful
The taste of the salt
And Gigantic mouths that astound

The colours, the cold
and the feeling
The noises one isn’t use to
It all takes a while to come back to it all
The dilemma of now what to do
Why he just open the fences
And thrust us back into the sea
What was he thinking
We didnt know
All we knew is where we had to be

On our own in a world without language
And so many dangers around
Somehow we split up
And now on our own
The contrast the real ugly sound
Everything felt so discordant
Wildness for me long ago
Everything felt unpredictable
Nothing much here I did know

Being inventive and creative too
Set me in Good Stead I thought
But the different dimensions were worrying me
The flawless the arrant in short
This world was vast and spectacular
emphatically I could forgo
The darkness the mass of surprises
In so many ways a great show

A primary being all seeing
The alliance of many around
Part of the whole my new birds eye view
Through sea weed forests
Back up in the blue
Completeness was brimming
With fishes galore
Life I had not seen quite like
This before

And, there was chaos
When the big sharks came by
An anomalousness and not knowing why
I got some raking
A shindig a breach
already wild Nature beginning to teach
Could I exist here
Maybe I could go
Back to captivity
Back to the show

It wasnt easy
I was carrying fear
No one to talk to
Not around here
And some currents threw me
Bruised me and I
Took a hell of a bashing
And I didnt know why

The power of almighty
The force and the thrust
All these plastic particles
You cannot trust
what appears to be food
But is anything but
And leaves one upset
With a pain in the gut

The Time i was out there
Trying to be
Wild as the wind and earnestly free
Left me unsteady and curiously
Sick in my self
I just couldn’t be
Safe in my own self
My frailty
It became obvious
As much to me

When I was picked up
By men in a boat
I was powerless to swim
And stay afloat
i had Lost all my skills
And to just be set free
But that arse second class
Well he didnt love me

Nor Luther for sure
Thats humans for you
They make lousy guards
And just let you
Go To a roughhouse of violence
And ferocity
Neanderthal man
Thats who he be

As I didnt get through this
You know in a way
I was glad they got done
And, had to pay
A bloody great fine
Bet his fans did not hear
He puts out the Good
That much js clear

No sorry Ric
In Heaven I be
It took me a while
But possibly
Some of your fans
Might just Have
And Then come to know
What had Really occurred