patience is listening to the radio on the off-chance the dj will exclusively play new material by mozart after centuries away plus news about the album & up-coming tour dates great art can't be rushed yes - well worth the wait ...
Art
bits of winter in summer
there are bits of winter in summer
the notion's still there - but the cold's lost its hold
all the snowmen have migrated
to the safety of the poles
yet the ice cream industry - she positively burgeons
in this yin yang existence
where contradictions
rule for certain
...
the man with no toenails ( but toes )
they say he was born on a weekday the man with no toenails ( but toes ) in the maternity ward of a hospital but which one? no one knows in many ways he was shrouded in mystery which helped the devil-magic rumours thrive so an angry mob & i bumped him off last tuesday sleep tight boiled alive ...
when phyllis discovered liquorice tea
when phyllis discovered liquorice tea she thought 'take that pontefract you're the one for me i quite like liquorice - i quite like a brew but why be an either-beaver ( ? ) this here's the power of two ~ sorted' ...
call the police
if you've witnessed a crime you shall call the police it might be sheep-bothering or a fracas in the streets they're all dodgy wankers far lower than thieves but they do good too occasionally so call the police ...
8 line poem
yes clock museums have many many faces & vicarages, well they're very angry places as sure all haiku are smug little squits aye facts make the world go 'round - god bless this fucking shit ( x ) ...
wyn’s turquoise-phase
wyn's just lived through a turquoise-phase which lasted approximately 34 days he did turquoise things whilst wearing turquoise clothes but his future's purple or more precisely; mauve ( the end ) ...
wet paint signs
yes wet paint signs are a favourite sign of mine but sometimes they lie sometimes it's dried so always dab a fingertip on the self-proclaimed wet paint it's the only way to know for sure if it's wet or if it aint ...
( very early june )
everyday's a mystery that's why it all begins with a yawn as floaty fragments of recent dreams tickle the conscious thing into the morn everyday's a mystery as sure as that pan can play pipes or the w.i dance on the edge of a knife bewilderment is the fountain of life ...
ludo set
i've lost half of my ludo set & i don't know what to do ( ? ) i've lost half of my ludo set & i'm shit at playing lu ... ( author nodes; there's got to be a parallel dimension where this is actual poetry ... so there ... )
resarf poetry 