there's a word in your ear half-stuck in its entrance as another word dithers on the tip of your tongue then sometimes pins & needles on your fingertips are tingles of words awaiting ink & paper still unwritten, unbecome,unsung - hurry up ...
Art
as tough as old walls
drystone walls they reign over this land great baseborn barriers maintained by man bricks placed by hand all weather - withstand enduring time's span because they're hard because they can ...
…of process the in
handstands & back flips gymnastic bastards upside down bat-kips theatrics catnip rub against magnets phantasmic elastic another day - average write this shite that's it ...
dawn of the bud
on the brink of the incipient the coming of the budding on the verge of the scourge of that infernal vernal it mocks from the branches with embryonic glances 'fear us now' it's telling me 'our sticky bud supremacy' ...
scrawling stuff
scrawlings plastic pen ink on hands & exposed skin reminders random words shopping lists whims symbols protection secret jokes nudges soapy water smeary now but traces smudges ...
ǝbuɐɥɔ ɟo sǝɔɹoɟ
certain things suck us in charbydis an opening maelstroms pigeon holes black holes lack control willow weep tree sorrow leaches frost hollows deficits gain more different than before ...
save the slogan
spiral shards & library cards bits of shapes then miscellaneous sports watches smörgåsbords atilla & ghengis discussing hordes dog snores photosynthesis the chuckle brothers pendle witches - a chrysalis 5 gold rings & the antlers of a stag the total contents of this bag ...
detectable receptacle
i'm picking up signals transmissions interference white noise blue noise with yellow dots incoherence sine signs e.v.p aliens great uncle steve loads of codes 3rd cousin rose aerial daze giz a wave ...
lost in books
lose yourself forever in a good book absorb their many pages yeah give their words a look the best ones come with pictures that's a literary fact so lose yourself in a good book now you're never coming back ...
death by nice
it's all quintessentially picturesque & quaint warm brush strokes the lord doth paint thatched cottages for villages lush meadows all around a light breeze & birdsong are oft the only sound every reverend cycles on the green - wicket keeping cake sales & ginger ale a chocolate labrador sleeping inevitably green hills generically idyllic begging for mass murder or failing that a picnic ...
resarf poetry 