in a month of sun daze

~

in a month of sun daze  (  ezad nus fo htnom a ni  )

 

in a month of sun daze

paper planes & runways

rivers spin the oceans

poetry in potions

puzzles for the monkeys

overgrowth in undies

see the evening chorus

fly upon a walrus

fishes in the thickets

sticklebacks & wickets

eggs within the scrambles

tangles in the brambles

libraries in lockets

feathers in y’ pockets

sandwiches & picnics

double duck & dipsticks

peas in lemon cheeses

breezes in the sneezes

pebbles in y’ gum shoes

as the blither unscrews

scrumping fruity faces

ratatouille races

laser brains & gun rays

in a month of sun daze

– phew

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

jammy dodgers snore

~

jammy dodgers snore  (  erons sergdod ymmaj  )

 

 

bats within the brain

boxing frogs & hare’s the air

wide awake again

 

rise & shite a light

river shine, the moon in bloom

sleepless is the night

 

piss another drink

satellites & candles bright

ink a kitchen sink

 

sail a lunar sea

bubbles fizz & scribbles fuzz

buzz a bumblebee

 

britain’s mitten glove

badgers, stars & handlebars

marmalade above

 

scale a hill – or tor

hark, a little owlets howls

jammy dodgers snore

 

dripping droplets sweat

dot the dots as foxes trot

like a sloth on ‘phet

 

rove until the spun

spirals spider spanner stuff

doze beyond the sun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

kicking sleep

~

kicking sleep  (  peels gnikcik  )

 

kicking sleep in twenty twenty

see the phantom sniffles flap

pantomimes in formless august

muzzled flocks in morrisons

faceless wraiths upon the buses

tremble like an autumn leaf

bee the breeze & sing a winter

greener than the frogs on mars

lark the herald bellends knelling

shrew the spew upon the snooze

sisyphus’ spawn is crawling

clasping straws & falling down

roundabouts the ground is shifting

doggerland is rising now

london bridge is underwater

swimming with the seals & eels

see the fog of misted vistas

twist the gift of sinking sand

anti’s pro if pro is anti

so the global scrotums yoke

choking chickens, spanking gibbons

bend the knee & be a mug

sipping tea – the blend is bendy

kicking sleep in twenty twenty

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

eater of whirls

~

eater of whirls  (  slrihw fo retae  )

 

stone the prose, crow a caw

burn the key, spurn a door

phantoms forms interpose

 

catch a cloud, scratch a nap

flap aloud, dance a map

clattertrap twinkle toes

 

mist the bus, fog a dog

spanner man, analogue

box the frog, frozen flows

 

quizzes swish, ask anon

river run, kiss a swan

topple on dominoes

 

flippin’ eck, bugger me

chicken necks, shrubbery

bumblebees up me nose

 

( embers glowed, onions wept

roses snowed, petals crept

overslept undertows )

 

 

 

 

( author notes )

p.s

corona is a scam

& anyone that thinks otherwise

is a fucking mug

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

it’s not candlemas

~

it’s not candlemas  ( sameldnac ton s’ti )

 

i’ll wear no duffel coat

i shall not ruddy freeze

the air is hot as fook

& jam’s the clinging breeze

a sticky swollocks bitch

the willow wicket’s glued

it’s flippin’ cricket shit

a blizzard’s pissin’ screwed

the ninja frost is not

upon my twinkle toes

the sun’s a raisin bun

& runny honey flows

the flamin’ morning snores

a sleeping, snoozing cat

as it’s not candlemas

– coz it’s august, y’ twat

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

picnicesque

~

picnicesque  (  euqsecincip  )

 

two lovebird brains

bathing under sun daze

in a month of buttercups

spin amongst the clover

as the crow fly tips

butterflies rising

sweet tea telegrams

lemonade lasers

plates spin paper planes

scotch egg hatchlings

hark, brass bandstand

green grass snakeskin

park bench precipice

parkin parallax

laughter after noonish

sinking sand-witches

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the song beyond

the song beyond  (  dnoyeb gnos eht  )

 

the song beyond is calling me

the sun, a hum – a bumblebee

a creaking door, the siren air

the gift of mist & bright’s the hare

a lark, a hark & sound around

the squelching belch of sodden ground

a river roars a choral flow

a spinning hymn – the roses glow

a scattering – a burst of bird

it’s lyrical – but not a word

the pageantry – the pipes of pan

as weasels pop the shite of man

& badgers dance a reelsome eight

the otter opera’s oscillate

the wave’s refrain is gravy trains

& floating notes in hazy brains

a knelling bell, a singing swan

the end’s a bend & springing on’s

the out again – the never’s death

the pounding rain, a hatchling’s breath

this music in the mutant glue

a sort of shrew within y’ shoe

a rising sky, a falling tree

the song beyond is calling me

 

 

( author notes )

apologies if you’re reading this poem

& there’s an advert about 2/3 of the way down

like what when i read it & that

breaking up the flow

but that said …

i don’t have any say over the ads

& make eff-all money off this site

( bar the odd book purchase that might come from a reader on here )

so blame automattic

the parent company of wordpress, tumblr, gravatar

& some other sinister minions

that’s they’re doing, not mine

( peace )