warning signs - alarm bells the songs of enya death knells entrails - chem trails ingrown toe nails vintage steam fairs - hiccups then lightning struck the bishop oh warning signs - alarm bells foretell with reason mean well ...
Art
white socks under sandals
i'm still too scared to wear white socks under sandals pulled up to my knees for fear of bastard judgement from a variety of angles in this so-ciety oh no doubt them gingers would stick their bloody oar in then yell YOU'RE GOING TO HELL so it's odd socks 'n' trainers aye a different form of strangeness no death threats yet yes all is well x ...
a pecking order
a pecking order the system of chicken the sequence of beak ( me first ) ...
pillow factory explosion
the pillow factory exploded in the middle of the night it awoke the sleeping town folk with a boom & a fright it blew up with intensity well-beyond smithereens leaving just the neatest, cleanest crater ever-seen (?) ...
( mary )
recently i've not been myself yes far too often i've been someone else all morning i've been mary queen of scots implicated by that bastard babbington plot & if i carry on this gender-bend way no doubt they'll behead me down at fotheringhay yes recently i've not been myself since the others spiked my apple juice - blame everyone else ...
if i had a penny …
if i had a penny for every time i lost a penny i'd be loaded with bastard shrapnel pennies many many & if i had a penny for every time i 'spent a penny' i'd sit on my arse & just drink tea my bladder would gradually finance me ...
poetry’s ‘special’
poetry's 'special' & that's why it's essential like a fat man when it really is just glands poetry's 'special' ...
Summer’s on a ‘special’ register
i fucking love you Summer you are the fucking bestest the chubby sweaty thumbs of your uncle-esque caresses old inhibitions disappear when them sheep get sheared any other season & this would be fucking weird ...
friends in high places
a mate on a hill friends in high places a proper old mucker no airs & graces the higher the better top that if you can (clouds don't count or the abominable snowman) ...
imaginary pen pals
imaginary pen pals made-up names & addresses the sillier the better yeah - keep royal mail guessing imaginary pen pals yes now the hours fly-by the slightly worrying thing though is occasionally they reply (?) ...
