…
baggy trousers
not the spanners
of the normalz
in their tight jeans
in a cloudburst
out the other
while we stroll in
looser garments
gargle forth with
wonky songbooks
yet red herrings
they pretend we’re
disappearing
in their sadness
& codswallop
twice is better
in the attic
of the nutter
soon is later
than last morning
thurisaz then
see yuz later
so begin once
more with onions
they the weeping
us the green fields
…
…
& underneath the wooden
beams – with us below
a broken watch is still
as risk-assessment accurate
as clocks gone wrong
so time is like a ghost
haunting creaky awnings
& talkative floorboards
shuffles in the night
shivers in me silky nightie
the tosspot laments
…
…
we became a tree
with skin as hard as bark
& squirrels upstairs
the woodpeckers peck
the winter storms test us all
with bellowing bursts
of blow yer own horn
but we’re the giants’ hatstands
– owls were here last night –
in the woodland’s bowels
in the here of fade away
waiting for that spring
to reboot like feet
even though we now have roots
in am-dram workshops
…
…
brightest of diamonds
on yesteryear’s bridle path
in steaming horse shit
…
…
rewrote the dictionary
with a twist this time
fed the magic magpies
& the cheeky jackdaws
swam with snakes & mermaids
& sucked on a polo mint
found a rhyme for orange
in a medieval dung heap
renamed the rain clouds
after eurovision winners
muddled on by
with very little sleep
…
…
i’ve just been to shoezone
( formally bacons )
where i bought a new pair
of shoezone shoes
so to go a’ walking
in the fields & woodlands
dawdles down the tree lined
let’s be avenues
my old pair of j.j
.b sports trainers
faded like the last track
sung by a swan
holes in both the soles &
a mouth at the front
exposing hairy toes
where the stitching had gone
so i went to shoezone
( formally bacons )
where i bought a new pair
of shoezone shoes
come with me to shoezone
( formally bacons )
bargains for us, darling
plenty to choose
( from )
…
…
oh, hemorrhoid cream
when he’s just sixteen
autobiographies
written in their twenties
the mayfly that died
one sad day in april
christmas cards in june
it’s all too rather soon
…
…
u sually green pine trees
umber shades of rust
n umpties on the bbc
nuns in nunneries
s eagulls when the farmer ploughs
socks before each shoe
u mbrella if the rain appears
unicorns with horns
r otten apples & wasps
roses blah thorns
p lastic people on t.v
police dance the conga
r ight on cue like snooker
rotations on this cosmic egg
i cing on a bun
illium is sacked again
s quirrels in the park
sport distracts big kids
i ncase of sun – sunglasses
itches for each scratch
n ormies storm the pop charts
nob’ead narc’ influencers
g loves because the frost
gladder when pastoral
…
…
cauliflower clouds
the downhill path
a mid-september walk
it’s runner bean season
the sun in agreement
…
…
a chicken that quacks
like a mallard up river
& a five pound discount voucher
for those already ripped off
no more limescale
slightly less wars
a christmas in spring
& easter on halloween
a.i jesus archetypes
curing bots ‘n’ what not’s
twenty more genders
& a duck that clucks
is all the big mob
with the big gob wish
so give the hungry crowd
what the famished folk want
…
resarf poetry 