~
pheasant ( tnasaehp )
…
he of swagger strides
like a stalk on the catwalk
the cock o’ the east
…
~
pheasant ( tnasaehp )
…
he of swagger strides
like a stalk on the catwalk
the cock o’ the east
…
~
while my bellend gently weeps ( speew yltneg dnelleb ym elihw )
…
i staggered by
clutching crackled ribs
swearing like a nun
in the snare of lententide
crocuses croaked
spring drabbed in dribs
daffodils danced
by the side of the ode
so serpents stirred
where the green grass gleamed
curtains still twitched
in the little weasel village
busybodies bullshat
butchers bitched shit
bakers burnt cakes
& hot cross buns
candlemakers waxed
like a blooming gibbous moon
as the road forked forth
like a runcible spoon
scamdemics wane
– this way or twat?
normalz dodged nothing
but the lepers in their heads
…
~
one foot in the gravy ( yvarg eht ni toof eno )
…
& the other
in the custard
…
~
spring a song of sixpence ( ecnepxis fo gnos a gnirps )
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hocus pokes a poet so
frozen inner-rivers flow
yawning thawing warms the air
yonder hop the boxing hare
as the croaking crocus frog
uppercutting ducking fog
quacking like a muddled hen
beans the stalk of morning’s pen
spooning light in sparkling eyes
under shooting starling skies
‘pon the gleaming, greening leas
spinsters catch a frisking breeze
stirring stagnant kitten spit
winters ship is in the shit
serpents circle, buzzards hum
brambles bursting bubblegum
minstrels mince in just a thong
rabid badger bang a gong
blossom blossoms, truckers truck
butchers butcher, pandas fuck
…
~
ring composition ( noitisopmoc gnir )
…
bicycle spokes
civilizations
paper plane loops
shotgun wedding dress
shat hat saturday
bluebell tuesday
chasing puppy tails
foxes boxing frogs
hoops up y’ anus
hairy like fairies
trad-anon splashback
come again, sunshine
catnap scatter graph
worms in a tin can
pull another punchline
spring before autumn
green sea changeling
best before yesterday
telephone tones
chiming like rhymes
sound like roundabouts
battered like onions
circular patterns
spinning with saturn
…
~
mmmaaarrrccchhh ( hhhcccrrraaammm )
…
mistle-thrush morning
mud become stone
mars is marching
aquilegias soar
apples blossom moons
amphibians spawn
rabid rabbits fuck
red robins nesting
ruffles in hedgerows
cowslips moo
cloudbursts gathering
clematis awakenings
hill farm baa’s
hairy palms growing
hares on a mission
…
~
ten men who should be the next prime minister ( retsinim emirp txen eht eb dluohs ohw nem net )
…
chris packham
morrissey
david icke
john lydon
william regal
wallace & gromit
david dickinson
ainsley harriot
richard d. james
paddington bear
…
~
ante scriptum ( mutpircs etna )
…
rise before the lark
wander in the darkness
when the snarks & goblins
dance upon the leas
see the mooning moon
marvel at those arse cheeks
beam beneath the stars
or a sleeping shroud of cloud
climb a pillock’s hillock
smoke a banana skin bifter
sing within the bonce
hymns from nature’s notebooks
salad shit & shopping lists
whatever floats your boatswain
laughing if it rains
plod a sodden path
home before the normalzzz
rise & shite again
neck five pints of coffee
light a milky tealight
double drop two aspirin
with a spoonful of junior calpol
scratch a rabid thought-form
grab a pen – & then
…
~
re reverb ( brever er )
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i, the one man tribe
with me gammy eyelet
~
spy a testing tide
turning like a coat
~
stitches come undone
salvia is smoking
~
snitches see the lightning
pillars topple up
~
bolting blue is screwed
salted earth is firmer
~
terror is a tool
like an april fool
~
laughing as we glow
face the day’s vanilla
~
bee the three in we
hiding with myself
~
bumble of a morn
when the hedgerow’s calling
~
then the other sun
spins in my direction
~
flotsam floats away
as the jetsam scatters
~
songs beyond the swan
aches & pains – begone
…
~
another bloody spring poem ( meop gnirps ydoolb rehtona )
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spring a song of sixpence
spring for your breakfast
spring for your supper
take these springs – & fly
~
spring like a bird
spring like a telephone
spring me to sleep
like a spingamijig
~
cash is spring
the spring of the castle
the spring of the jungle
spring ’til come what may
~
the spring is dead
long live the spring
it’s not over
’til the fat lady springs
…