pheasant

~

pheasant ( tnasaehp )

he of swagger strides

like a stalk on the catwalk

the cock o’ the east

while my bellend gently weeps

~

while my bellend gently weeps ( speew yltneg dnelleb ym elihw )

i staggered by
clutching crackled ribs

swearing like a nun
in the snare of lententide

crocuses croaked
spring drabbed in dribs

daffodils danced
by the side of the ode

so serpents stirred
where the green grass gleamed

curtains still twitched
in the little weasel village

busybodies bullshat
butchers bitched shit

bakers burnt cakes
& hot cross buns

candlemakers waxed
like a blooming gibbous moon

as the road forked forth
like a runcible spoon

scamdemics wane
– this way or twat?

normalz dodged nothing
but the lepers in their heads

spring a song of sixpence

~

spring a song of sixpence ( ecnepxis fo gnos a gnirps )

hocus pokes a poet so
frozen inner-rivers flow

yawning thawing warms the air
yonder hop the boxing hare

as the croaking crocus frog
uppercutting ducking fog

quacking like a muddled hen
beans the stalk of morning’s pen

spooning light in sparkling eyes
under shooting starling skies

‘pon the gleaming, greening leas
spinsters catch a frisking breeze

stirring stagnant kitten spit
winters ship is in the shit

serpents circle, buzzards hum
brambles bursting bubblegum

minstrels mince in just a thong
rabid badger bang a gong

blossom blossoms, truckers truck
butchers butcher, pandas fuck

ring composition

~

ring composition ( noitisopmoc gnir )

bicycle spokes

civilizations

paper plane loops

shotgun wedding dress

shat hat saturday

bluebell tuesday

chasing puppy tails

foxes boxing frogs

hoops up y’ anus

hairy like fairies

trad-anon splashback

come again, sunshine

catnap scatter graph

worms in a tin can

pull another punchline

spring before autumn

green sea changeling

best before yesterday

telephone tones

chiming like rhymes

sound like roundabouts

battered like onions

circular patterns

spinning with saturn

mmmaaarrrccchhh

~

mmmaaarrrccchhh ( hhhcccrrraaammm )

mistle-thrush morning
mud become stone
mars is marching

aquilegias soar
apples blossom moons
amphibians spawn

rabid rabbits fuck
red robins nesting
ruffles in hedgerows

cowslips moo
cloudbursts gathering
clematis awakenings

hill farm baa’s
hairy palms growing
hares on a mission

ante scriptum

~

ante scriptum ( mutpircs etna )

rise before the lark

wander in the darkness

      when the snarks & goblins

      dance upon the leas

see the mooning moon

marvel at those arse cheeks

      beam beneath the stars

      or a sleeping shroud of cloud

climb a pillock’s hillock

smoke a banana skin bifter

      sing within the bonce

      hymns from nature’s notebooks

salad shit & shopping lists

whatever floats your boatswain

      laughing if it rains

      plod a sodden path

home before the normalzzz

rise & shite again

      neck five pints of coffee

      light a milky tealight

double drop two aspirin

with a spoonful of junior calpol

      scratch a rabid thought-form

      grab a pen – & then

re reverb

~

re reverb ( brever er )

i, the one man tribe

with me gammy eyelet

~

spy a testing tide

turning like a coat

~

stitches come undone

salvia is smoking

~

snitches see the lightning

pillars topple up

~

bolting blue is screwed

salted earth is firmer

~

terror is a tool

like an april fool

~

laughing as we glow

face the day’s vanilla

~

bee the three in we

hiding with myself

~

bumble of a morn

when the hedgerow’s calling

~

then the other sun

spins in my direction

~

flotsam floats away

as the jetsam scatters

~

songs beyond the swan

aches & pains – begone

another bloody spring poem

~

another bloody spring poem ( meop gnirps ydoolb rehtona )

spring a song of sixpence

spring for your breakfast

spring for your supper

take these springs – & fly

~

spring like a bird

spring like a telephone

spring me to sleep

like a spingamijig

~

cash is spring

the spring of the castle

the spring of the jungle

spring ’til come what may

~

the spring is dead

long live the spring

it’s not over

’til the fat lady springs