We're faffin' about but just the usual gubbins no trouble or owt. No blood has been drawn here no broken bones nowt. Nothing is destroyed yet nothing gets done we're faffin' about & it's harmless fun ...
Art
turvy topsy
When I woke up this morning stuff was upside down the land was in the heavens & the clouds were on the ground everywhere's a new perspective with surprises abound so I think they should keep things ʇɥᴉs ʍɐʎ ɐɹonup ...
livin’ the countryside life
We're lunching luncheon with a racist old lady foraged mosses, lichen, onion gravy we're taking pot shots at low flying light aircraft with silver pellets on the off-chance it's a werebat we're discussing metaphysics with bullocks we're befriending muddy fields & winding streams 'cause we're livin' the countryside life - yeah we're livin' the countryside dream ...
oh bother…
I've never worn clogs on a Wednesday or winked at an owl of an eve nor lobbed a potato at a bust of Plato yet many gullible people still they believe. That I often sing sea shanties whilst in Switzerland plus chuckle at their alpine mackerel skies these are a pack o' lies the usual shite - it's no surprise but whose behind these nasty vicious rumours & why? ...
a poor sod
I read about a Sagittarius originally from Sidcup who had the hiccups non-stop for 50 years it surprised 1 day in late May in early adulthood & then persistently refused to disappear ironically they died from athlete's foot after all that but some end is yet in sight as if you stand beside their tomb beneath the haunted silver moon ghost hiccups still emerge into the restless depths of night ...
pudding
Once upon a wheelbarrow row row you scroat in 10 opticians are in love with a goat thus the custard's all flustered the crumble slightly deranged so kiss this odd & eat my strange ...
weekend witches
Weekend witches & Beltane pagans once yearly-nearly ramblers & blue moon dabblers. Wedding drinkers & funeral weepers occasional tables the occasionally unstable. Hy-Brasil & déjà vu a solar eclipse or the Phoenix, of course too. Brief glimpses of HELL & scarlet pimpernels plus fuck-it-that'll-do rhymers - bloody part-timers ...
muddy corduroy trousers
Muddy corduroy trousers on a trip into town keeping me safe from urban clatter & hate protected by the Earth put your faith in its brown you are my amulet my evil eye - bus home - survived ...
the 1st of feb
Head contrary on the 1st of February as impending Candlemas hangs thick in the air just like congealed school custard sans the upper skin layer white rabbits - white rabbits or a pair of mountain hares? Beyond the edgelands of January into the rugged vast of where? Fuck knows - early days again no wings but whims & a prayer x ...
sunday sermon
Many great tales shall remain untold there's cold in warmth there's warmth in cold there's sanity in madness & happiness in sadness plus misfortune in luck 'cause God's a fickle fuck. Amen ...