Poetry
a few truths not to write about
…
how common sense
became a hate crime
they face shadows
& other phantoms
the round town square
in puzzleton
the deep under
developed in us
the life beyond
if premature
the knot in sure
of normalz them
needs more cobwebs
spanners et al
a gallery
before each front porch
not the dark hearth
of a wojak
slow that track down
ambient all
scribble on as the
smouldering war
for britain smokes
their hopes away
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sundayism acrostic
…
s yrup sponge pudding
starlings – perhaps
u ndiagnosed athlete’s foot
unicorns or minotaurs
n ovelty socks
nowhere’s seafront
d awdle in a lonely wood
down-up in the midlands
a sparagus spears
asperger’s birdsong
y esteryear’s e.p
yes men in tweed suits
i guana handshakes
impala horn section
s hrouds of stodgy clouds
stuffing & gravy
m agpies on the lawn
maybe double rainbow
…
( loop to fade )
…
~
i am a goldfish
apparently – my memory
is only five seconds
or so i’ve rediscovered
i am a goldfish
~
i am a goldfish
apparently – my memory
is only five seconds
or so i’ve rediscovered
i am a goldfish
~
i am a goldfish
apparently – my memory
is only five seconds
or so i’ve rediscovered
i am a goldfish
~
i am a goldfish
apparently – my memory
is only five seconds
or so i’ve rediscovered
i am a goldfish
~
i am a goldfish
apparently – my memory
is only five seconds
or so i’ve rediscovered
i am a goldfish
~
…
acrostic of five items
…
i tching powder
t issue paper
e lastic bands
m ushy peas
s hower gel
…
stuff that only god knows
…
the reason why we hear
the sea inside a seashell
why the birds sing
each winter into spring
what happened to those unicorns
& dolly’s braces
the true identity
of the un-named narrator
who the spuck really
invented the foonerism
does my pun look big in this?
is this a fucking poem yet?
…
the stuff they dump in skips
…
scramble on this
chicken lips & hips
the stuff they dump in skips
not just for the moment
but a monument of bliss
another life ticket
this musical glue
is sticky in the thicket
while facing the gravy
& the ghost of the blue knight
you became the moon’s light
…
blurb variations
…
as of last wednesday
as unseen on t.v
available in hardback
as per the shame-fest
plug as in – in
one for the tossers
part of a series
that hardly bloody anyone
will bother their socks
or biscuits for – it’s
baked to imperfection
but we’ve all swallowed worse
said the famous soap actress
to the camp t.v chef
so open to suggestions
like the gap between the train
& the chockablock platform
heading to your bargain bin
not big in japan
but banned in parts of luxemburg
more than just a barcode
hardly a seven
in deep green or grey
may contain nuts
best before six whitsuns since
god save the parsnip
…