modern history

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modern history  (  a sprawl, not a poem  )

yesterday i asked a modern historian – what sank the titanic? & he-she-they told me that the titanic sank because of corona. everyone onboard & the ship itself had corona. plus the iceberg that the titanic crashed into was probably just a massive frozen chunk of corona. lying in wait, like a kiddy fiddler in a botanical garden, disguised as a venus flytrap – waiting for a coach load of children from a special school or something …

anyways … he-she-they then proceeded to tell me that there’s no way salieri could have killed mozart. wolfgang died of corona. like jfk, julius caesar & olaf palme – who were all assassinated by corona. plus here’s a handy rhyme for remembering the fates of henry viii’s wives … corona, corona, corona, corona, corona, corona … which to be fair was quite catchy – though i preferred the original. but this is the cut of twenty twenty’s jib, folks – & yes, the death toll keeps on rising. so stay safe & wear that mask or you too will be modern history. as per the new-normalzzzzzzz

thanks for reading

 

non-ode to a blister

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non-ode to a blister  (  retsilb a ot edo-non  )

 

scourge of the jogger

the ambler & i

summer’s a temptress

but irksome is thy

 

wart of the walker

the tithe of the tread

rhymer of sister

the colour of red

 

brother of rubber

a badger of me

snare of the wearing

the sting of a bee

 

fruit of my friction

the shoe & the fro

rambling batters

the dermis below

 

anachronistic

& superfluous

singing & springing

& blooming with pus

 

mole of the sockless

the toll of a plod

this little fucker’s

a burdensome sod

 

milkman floating

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milkman floating  ( gnitaolf namklim  )

 

 

milkman floating over clover

shrouded in a clouded nova

 

up above the droving shepherds

washing socks & spotting leopards

 

screes the trees within the forest

blooming through & sniffs a florist

 

wakes the sleeping undertaker

leaves the dreaming basket maker

 

weaving in a hall of mirrors

as the postman’s posting pillars

 

& the feathered phantoms scarper

morning is a pencil sharpener

 

dawning belenus is ringing

whales within the dales are singing

 

cattle prod the snoring pastures

all is yawning quarter masters

 

see the village flap ‘n’ fluster

chickens pluck a feather duster

 

milkman floating over clover

breathes the beans & greens the grocer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

cryptic crossword clue ‘ku – 2

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cryptic crossword clue ‘ku – 2  (  2 – uk’ eulc drowssorc citpyrc  )

 

basket weavers sneeze

belgian country bumpkin burps

bees in aberdeen

 

scratch the magic chin

otter wins the lottery

catching clarinets

 

chequered chestnut mare

alchemy in aberdare

saxon saxophones

 

stub another toe

telepathic telephones

redden herring bones

 

she of teasel trees

ptarmigans in cardigans

is this custard dust?

 

spinsters hissing hymns

spaniel garbles garden hose

antlers on postcards

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

erehwesle neeb

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erehwelse neeb  (  been elsewhere  )

 

scratching hatched breath

chasing summer’s tailspins

 

brushing black dogs

gently in the jitties

 

smoking codewords

roving over clover

 

spins between a sleep

scrawling rubber walrus

 

so the crowbar flaps

spartans, sparks ‘n’ spanners

 

if the rivers swell

nut another shell in

 

yonder’s woodland nymphs

shatting in the bracken

 

lark with martian folk

flummox flaxen saxons

 

morning is a milkman

& we are all his lovechildren

 

evening is an ombudsman

tossing off a goblin

 

blow the gas of clouds

hymn aloud with whispers

 

gasp a galaxy

– sandwiches f’ tea

 

 

 

( author nodes )

this poem is dedicated to

the dozy, old bullshitter

that i had a bit of a barny with

in the queue of wilkos this morning

coz he said i was standing too close to him

when there was at least four metres between us

& anyways

this corona nonsense is about controlling people – not viruses

so i told him he should have gone to specsavers

& stood me ground

( frightened, little robots )

sgnihton teews repsihw

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sgnihton teews repsihw  ( whisper sweet nothings )

 

 

( chocolate flamethrowers )

 

( fanny adam’s caramel )

 

( bugger all cake )

 

( spiders on marzipan )

 

( marsh melo penfriends )

 

( ice cream on the fucking sun )

 

( chilli sauce vortex )

 

( apple crumble to dust )

 

( honey-coated mr. – & mrs. nobody )

 

cryptic crossword clue ‘ku

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cryptic crossword clue ‘ku  ( uk’ eulc drowssorc citpyrc  )

 

son shines shoelaces

soothsayer kicks trampoline

like an iron plum

 

moses blows bugle

a blizzard on your elbow?

flemish penfriend melts

 

bishops on a bus

venusian spy dyes pubes green

treefrog kisses thee

 

pheasant heading north

evaporating waitress

stoat wrote ransom note