in between poems

~

in between poems ( smeop neewteb ni )

…

november yodelled

october’s prose

pencils & penfriends

this is not weather map

west winds wept

like a funerary onion

two jackdaws

& the backdoor jammed

marmalade stains

on a blank sheet of paper

parsnip soup

in the corners of your eyes

light bulbs pop

like a weasel in a songbook

chamomile tea

& a spoonful of shudder

clear between the ears

so the mist tiptoed

like a long lost cousin

from a sister universe

…

bags

~

bags ( sgab )

…

loaded leather satchels

yawning hordes of homework

pencils, pens ‘n’ paper

hate mail from a penfriend

camera in y’rucksack

jollop in y’nutsack

none for the master

& all for the dame

mushy peas ‘n’ custard

plastic handles snapping

sore stigmata palms

supermarket wankers

beans & swinging wristlets

suitors in a suitcase

parcels from the postman

momentary briefcases

bloody muddy wellies

zephyrous & amun

ladies of the night nurse

books, books, books

poop scooped dog shite

spillage from a long life

rubbish for the bin gods

sacks of gold & coalite

under tired eyes

…

titbits & pieces

~

titbits & pieces ( seceip & stibtit )

…

shooting star fishwives

kingfisher swishes

vicars whipping spinsters

gingerbread bin crumbs

do you do voodoo?

a pixie in the garden

skipping over leaves like

cracks on the pavement

seventeen, benzine

butterflies in autumn

once upon a cobweb

when the sun was younger

& the moon was frisky

dancing with the jigsaws

spinning between daydreams

’til the first of snowdrop

fifty six milkmen

pickles on a cheese breeze

bonfire whiffs

embers in november

mayflies in april

butter fingers spreading

catching a feather

– grow your own toenails

…

the scourge of thirteen strikes again

~

the scourge of thirteen strikes again ( niaga sekirts neetriht fo egruocs eht )

…

these walls are tracing paper

feet away from telephone drones

the terraces are restless

a ghostly echo chamber

the bane again is raining

& pissing in my riddle pot

as prosody is lost

a thorn within my sideways

& dawn is crawling closer

so slam another cupboard door

& scrawl upon a messy desk

when pencils become swords

the dismal dung of minions

with sisyphaen tongues

pondlife since the old man died

sleepless nights & weasel shite

…

in the greenwich meantime

~

in the greenwich meantime ( emitnaem hciwneerg eht ni )

…

comatose toes

blossom on sabbatical

absent like scarecrows

or goosegrass rashes

bees buzz zees

as the trees bare all

like the shite biography

of a zed-list tosser

summer’s buggered off

wandered like the hands

of a driving instructor

or a bishop on remand

suns become moons

come the slide of afternoon

joggers with headlamps

blinding my staggers

…

turnips for the books

~

turnips for the books ( skoob eht rof spinrut )

…

~

pickled cabbage day

splatter saturday

sun is pissing grey

apple afternoons

~

bob beneath the shroud

cauliflower cloud

squiggles ink aloud

mizzle shrivels prunes

~

swans upon the once

hymns within the bonce

dance as sonnets ponce

ants in pantaloons

~

fragments of a gist

not a shopping list

carrots in the mist

brambles & bassoons

~

tangles in the sludge

spud a sunken trudge

nutter fingers fudge

sinking sanded dunes

~

wurzels, worms ‘n’ hooks

comas, crows ‘n’ rooks

turnips for the books

suitors, soup ‘n’ spoons

~

all the swirled’s a stage

gurn another page

rage against the beige

scree the scrawl of loons

~

smeg the smog of dearth

kicking clods of turf

dream of peas on earth

egging mutant moons

…

yet more racist things they should cancel forever

~

yet more racist things they should cancel forever ( reverof lecnac dluohs yeht sgniht tsicar erom tey )

…

drystone walling

sunday teatime

non-gender-neutral bagpipes

matchboxes, magpies

barnard’s star

cardigans, ptarmigans

starfish, carnations

clay pigeon shooting

mister kipling’s cherry bakewells

tuesday afternoons

the severn bore, semaphore

lychees, lichtenstein

non-non-binary binary code

toblerones, moonbeams

mid-morning pancake day

& most pot noodles

( brrr )

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