…
scrumpled up & stuffed
in the side left pocket
of your lucky tracky b’s
between odd socks
handkerchiefs, neck frills
perchance a tea towel
soon the cycle’s set
rescue before drowning
…
blog
a poem on the compost
…
somewhere there where
the orange peel ends up
& rests in pea pods
as parsnip tops rot on
at the bottom of the garden
…
further & more
…
beyond the swan
& in between
the closing sings
an opening
the seasons tease
the breezes crow
the flow is though
a river’s bend
a kingfisher
a fissure here
apocryphal
is possible
the near is far
a wooden spoon
a garden gate
& middle eight
a flighty sky
my feathered friend
the end is just
the cusp of soon
but when is then
& rubber gloves
or turtle doves
the morning squawks
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tea light diary
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catnip christening
whistle stopwatch
wave function onions
scatter graph paper
tea light diary
tie dye minister
gobshite obelisk
…
( here’s what you could have won )
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a one pound poundland voucher
a pint of puddle water
a secondhand veruca sock
– left or right – you choose
& a poem on a post-it note
…
august augustus
…
august augustus
a fat black adder
basking on a rock
august augustus
a den in the woods
& a sprained left ankle
august augustus
lemon barley waterfalls
& gourds from other worlds
august augustus
darker then each morrowtide
verilly like bellends
august augustus
the face of tomorrow
upon your toasted pikelet
august augustus
don’t jump the queue
or they’ll have you too
august augustus
frothy washed cars
& a magic carpet burn
…
a few chin strokers
…
the skeletal remains
of yesterday teatime
a temporary bus stop
on the dark side of selene
two pumice pebbles
in your left espadrille
everything slows down – even
particle accelerators
the arse of king arthur
on your burnt english muffin
the clouds retreated like
a cockerel versus crocodiles
the b-road layby
in the corner of your eye
is gammy like last friday
since the crossword setter vanished
…
the mithering of now
…
tractor beam evening
two wood pigeons
new grey trainers
us below in though
or shadow plus one
up on his lamppost
do you coo too?
vegetables & voodoo
singsong sixish
mister porter’s daughter
thoughts of missus worthington
sun behind the curtains
certain of your skirting boards
& unburnt crumpets
five sips left
aluminium tripods
…
my pitchfork tongued yokel lover
…
wild grass season
wild rye & wheat
sedge below the hedgerow
by the boggy ditch
picture this my pitchfork
tongued yokel lover
hay field trips
where the air is sneezes
& grass snakes slither
like your wheelbarrow hips
…
( reinforcements )
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two spare buttons
round like burial mounds
cyclical discs
circular like logic
on the surface of an echo
stand the sentinel them
sewn like a seedling
tight threadwork
woven in for coming wars
& accidents & neither or’s
beneath the inside pocket
of your lucky green jacket
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