nature reserve

~

nature reserve ( a short ‘n’ rhyming vaguely poetic discharge )

…



succumb to the scum

as a moth to a flame

or d cameron's cock

to a dead hog's gob

it's quarter past beige

tantrums are all the rage

there's watches in them cogs

shetland pony analogue



there's mind on the brain

fucking slime in the drains

answers hide in them lofts

yellow snow's pissed off

a turquoise refrain

but the windows in pane

yes certain bubbles pop

but heres it don't stop

...


















anyone for cricket?

~

anyone for cricket by 16 mid-on-inside-off-edge-leg lines

…




anyone for cricket?

whites & sticky wickets

the leg-a-rubbing insects

singing in the thicket


please bowl us a googly

as you won't confuse me

if the umpire signals out

i'll flash 'em a moony


agricultural ducks

lewis method dumb fucks

fruit salad & furniture

on the boundary - bad luck


topspin twenty20

breathless hushes testy

tea in the pavilion

sandwiches aplenty

...














( author notes )

this poem contains a few cricketing terms

& a little nod to henry newbolt


















certainly

~

certainly ( a poem, dot dot dot )

 … 



i know my hand

like riding a bike

on the back of my hand

as sure as pike

might bite my hand

shit - which little finger?

on an as clear as day

if i stick it in the river


( so there )

...




















 

when i own the moon

~

when i own the moon by 9 lines of mooooooooon

…




yes when i own the moon

oh hopefully quite soon

i'll make it show its dark side

on a sunny afternoon


i'll find out what it is

i'll teach it some new tricks

i'll turn them tables around around

so that moon's my lunatic


( bitch )

...












what peoples does

~

what peoples does by xvi line read

…




astronomers & oceanographers

mute town criers

welders

typographers


equine dentist's young apprentice

bearded ladies

maybes

adventists


witch doctors & / or witch nurses

lovers ~ others

kinsfolk

curses


pontius conscious pilots fly us

this is is us

what

peoples does

...



















 

in a field upon a hill

~

in a field upon a hill by 4 couplet read

…

in a field upon a hill

feeling old november's chill


tickling my cloud white bones

glimpsing mist in valleys low


that once were here - we've since climbed

aye, spot on ( concurs the mind )


darkness falls - i squint for views

( i've a warm home to go to )


( ? )

...