~

when the pens run out ( tuo nur snep eht nehw )

…

it’s pencils instead

if the paper’s still okay

until the graphite’s gone

like a singing swan

& then they burn the trees

coz books contain paper

& paper comes from trees

growing like money

as the future is a boot

but the muses will insist

then chalk upon the yard

pausing for hopscotch

or carve upon stone

a hieroglyphic haiku

cuneiform prose

the shape of a coma

until all stones are cancelled

& drawing boards beckon

the answer is madness

a squashing of bug’s blood

a dash of silverfish

a healthy splosh of cockroach

grey like a sunday

on white asylum walls

…

( author notes )

i’m planning to buy wordpress

for a fiver & a big bag of revels

watch this space

( any day now – they’ll cave )

…

~

please beware ( eraweb esaelp )

…

never eat an apricot
on a wednesday afternoon

especially with a can of pop
& almond macaroon

your crops will fail, the seas shall rise
& drown the clouded skies

the earth will wander – from her path
& crash into the moon

…

~

trivial techniques ( seuqinhcet laivirt )

…

the wingspan of a greenfinch
is twenty six cee em

yet october
is the longest month

twelve or more people
constitute a riot

as the pygmy shrew
is britain’s smallest mammal

& thimbles were invented
in the tenth century

the number sixty three
is late by five minutes

eskimos don’t know
who betty swollocks is

gravel’s not a stone
it’s an umbrella term

plus checkerboards
have sixty four squares

yeah, mackerel
is anagram of elk cream

but beethoven died
in eighteen twenty seven

so proxima centauri
is closer than we thought

…