A tiny minor migraine can still irk incessantly like genocide or the sea - ultima-shits all 3. Now the sea it never shuts up plus it's expanding all the time & genocide's 1 o' my least favourite war crimes - so today I'll make a shrine & pray for their decline ...
Author: resarfpoetry
hard evidence
Today I asked a pavement where all its cracks wind-up like 'What's on the other side?' 'Fuck all' It replied. Now mother used to warn me don't chat shat with strange concrete but I doubt she'd be annoyed if she too had proof of THE VOID (!) ...
1 hope thing
my 1 hope is to live on a canal boat with an antelope & the Pope. We'd play dead & then sculpt dinosaurs out of bars of soap. It has to be a very arty antelope ...
probably years ago now…
I once briefly saw Autumn on the brow of a hill - wreakin' off moist decay & neckin' strong scrumpy. In a long coat formed from dead leaves & fungi covering short legs - so I shouted 'Oi! Stumpy' & then he just vanished, but it was definitely him ...
blandytis outbreak
it all began with a boring sneeze - air borne yawn germs in a light breeze & soon spread like mildfire from terraced house to mews & even in some sleepy pockets almost made the news So hmmm come the middle of the then generic month everyone on earth had been infected by the stuff From agnostic florist to welder none were spared of this lull & it's incurable but obviously not fatal - it's blandytis the disease of dull ...
sock revelation
Yes I too now know where all the odd socks go the ones that definitely enter as 1 ½ of a sock pair then disappear from the load. Yes I know all about the Dark Portal & the plans that are afoot - so unholy & it's probably too late now to stop these malevolent forces - but it goes without saying like from now on they're hand wash only ...
an intruder
Having abandoned all silly Thought-Trains like what ducks ate before bread? Or what people having their photograph taken pre-conception of Cheese-Stuffs begrudgingly said instead? Nostalgia popped into my head. I wasn't proper scared - no of that fuzzy warm glow from years since flown but it's always sly & unannounced plus too smug in its snugness so I politely asked it to go. 3 days later, & still this deadlock ...
shower gel
I'M SWITCHING SHOWER GELS! I for some reason yell, the BRAND & all sorts this time. & this may well spell the death knell of everything but probably not only time will tell so fingers crossed ...
them…
None of these scroungers work & no doubt they're all fucked on drugs, they gather in the daylight on the high street or park benches - but hopefully they're not up to much. THE ELDERLY (!) ...
the parable of the wank & the wonderful
Inspiration can tah-dah (!) at any moment like a Ghost-Mole or 12 Headed Bat. Yet sadly all too often it stays on stray paths seldom trodden - cheeky little evasive twat. Amen ...