patrick alternator jonathon crayon anthony histamine patricia liason marianna trenchfoot godfrey guineafowl william abstract-windfarm perrywinkle owl christina chrysanthemum tracheotomy smithe henry spinning jenny alexander tithe simon peter cathode whitstable june-whitbread are imaginary people or soon very dead x ...
Author: resarfpoetry
a world within an onion & a place within a potato
a world within an onion but this this world is your onion yet man alive like this leek yeah fuckin' 'ell - it's unique it's a magical paddle if stuck up any shit creek. & a place within a potato this potato tastes of play dough plus the turin shroud's scrotum the arch deacon's arse crack & then i the young barn-hand-lad that takes us back x ...
how they make poets
take 1 awkward bastard child then fill their head with an intricate mess of ponderings of mainly men - long dead until they positively oggle at what was once pretentious twaddle. then give this bastard child a pen or better still a feathered quill add misery so they cure themselves witless thus pleasing an elite & boring everyone else shitless ... (author nodes... a touch tongue-in-cheek but too much truth too)
old note woman
dear mardy old great grandmother on the back of my £5 note no one is born superior your family are a joke you're fuck-all ceremoniously you've never been my queen a dinosaur - yes nothing less unable to smile from centuries of incest x ...
10.23
the novelty clock is adamant now that it's 10.23 & who are we to argue ? yes who are we to disagree ? as time & existence are mysteries beyond mere monday's wits & powers so nice 1 - it's 10.23 for 60 seconds then again erm in roughly 12 hours ... (author nodes ... written this gninrom)
great literary secrets
yes shakespeare was a thousand chimpanzees on typewriters bashing letters fraudulently until another play emerged not that there's a rush 'cause they had bags of time 'n' ink plus decent monkey-drugs ...
beyond jam
a weary jam maker lay nackered in bed & thought of all the jam that day they'd made then they thought of all the jam they hoped to make in the future closed their eyes & dreamed of lemon curd red currant jelly - MARMALADE ...
cripes! (part 322.5)
you're lost in lost in foggy frost about to go into STANDBY mode so think of the price of bamboo shoots your top 5 made-up bus routes pantaloons cantaloupes or the war of jenkins' ear press BACK UP or these thoughts will disappear ...
in search of that time honoured nature po-et-ry
i left by the back door at around 9.03 in search of that time honoured nature po-et-ry. the meh pedestrian usual shite i'm sure you've read 'n' heard that no one nowadays really writes just jiggles the words. but by by 9.07 (ish) the weather had turned shit the animals they scattered fast the nymphs they were amiss. so amidst this bastard shat i decided to head back then went home & penned the usual gubbins in hindsight - thank fuck for that x ...
boo!
when the original prankster-wanker first cried the word BOO they shat themself to kingdom come surprised themself too ...
resarf poetry 