…
d is for dunces
donuts & dipsticks
open the green door
let the spring sing
grin like a cheshire
cheesemonger’s moggy
only on the inside
under uncle cumulus
miles of piles above
dim mid-derbyshire
wit’s about turn
is marching further normalz
leaving us pillocks
speaking lamb’s lettuces
enter the bellend
the gone one in we
…
…
i am the dum
before the dee
a metric foot
‘hullo’ – that’s me
a biscuit tin
a fallen star
i am the song
of trah-luh-lah
with letterheads
& loggers too
the rising shine
in shoo-bee-doo
the music’s glue
in yer word jam
a springing lamb
i am iamb
…
…
apparently
it’s wednesday
apparently
or thereabouts
apparently
a greylag egg
apparently
it somehow hatched
apparently
the bus is late
apparently
the gasket’s blown
apparently
green anorak
apparently
a blue cagoule
apparently
the lawn is mown
apparently
it’s rewilded
apparently
i quite agree
apparently
off with your head
apparently
in basingstoke
apparently
& hebden bridge
apparently
the third crusade
apparently
late neolithic
apparently
my supper’s cold
apparently
there’s still a chance
…
…
under yawning morning sun
comfortably spread
on the slated roof above the
buttery below – purrs
the marmalade cat
…
…
espy
with a gemini eye
the monster under
every cosy bed
the moon each noon
before each war
the multiverse
in every head
espy
with a gemini eye
the clarity
in licking lead
us ex-glue sniffers
never quite move on
the rise & fall
of pitta bread
espy
with a gemini eye
each autumn’s ghost
when summer’s dead
the final song
in every mute swan
& all the valid things
those poets said
…
…
peter gabriel
can swallow six boiled goose eggs
with only two gulps
…
…
as a rainy day
that just might be a whitsun
i shall return soon
…
…
oh, he’s far too soon
like a duffel coat in june
yet sweating under noonish
suns – to the shops to
buy some christmas cards
…
…
daylight is stretched
like a yawning contortionist
while my hydrangea
gently wakes your dahlia
& then we all sneeze
..,
…
sheep invaded the pitch
play has been cancelled
so the goal is left wide open
like a whole in the fence
while the flock graze on
…
resarf poetry 