monday, then

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monday, then  (  neth ,yadnom  )

 

no cappuccino – but hot vimto

branches on the path

& dead pheasant feathers

 

the daze was ablaze

in the kingdom of the beige

like a dart in the heart

of a chartered surveyor

 

the sky was alive

with the wings of an ant

but the ground was the sound

of a comatose crow

 

ten red robins, seven treecreepers

the telephone rang

& rang, & rang

 

monday hides beneath

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monday hides beneath  (  htaeneb sedih yadnom  )

 

 

sea people sailing

great grey overcoat

 

gleam green in between

bean bag blather scrap

 

jackdaw underscore

so prose comatose

 

winged hymns withering

wind socks odder than

 

slaves in shopping masks

flimflamdemia

 

monday hides beneath

sunday’s scatter graph

 

blue screen maelstrom

spin cycle songbook

 

dogs in deep pockets

barking martian moons

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

cobnut cobblestones

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cobnut cobblestones  (  senotselbboc tunboc  )

 

 

west wind wizardry

swingball balladeer

beeswax saddle soap

spud gun saxophones

 

earwig wriggle worm

cancan cantaloupes

blue door sesame

ten green telephones

 

sellsword semaphore

bright white binary

wetwipe library

black dog baritones

 

sod plod lozenges

sore eye spider scrawl

footpath parallax

corn doll cornerstones

 

so toads toblerone

blowfish fiddlesticks

cat moon afternoon

cobnut cobblestones

 

hedgehog happenstance

hatstand hovercraft

hopscotch thunder bones

hedgerow undertones

 

f.f.s poem

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f.f.s poem  (  meop s.f.f  )

 

fir forests slurping

feral florists salivate

finches flapping south

flounder frisking salmon

feather footed songbook

friday fighting silence

freya faces saturn

fates farting snarks

flemish fiddlers string

flaubert’s flying sausage

fillipono frogmen splosh

farraday’s flaming skeleton

floating further so

frozen frostbite sunshine

fairer ferrets staring

farmers felching scarecrows

fayrie folk singers

farthings for sixpence

faster flutter spins

– fried fennel sandwiches

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

something old, something new, something borrowed & something blue …

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something old, something new, something borrowed & something blue …  (  … eulb gnihtemos & deworrob gnihtemos ,wen gnihtemos ,dlo gnihtemos  )

 

a cobweb from

the inner-abyss

of queen elizabeth’s minge

 

a hatchling from

a fresh scotch egg

– a hybrid chicken-pig

 

a bible from

a library

overdue last june

 

then the frozen corpse

of dead yves klein

smothered in blaeberry jam

 

– congratulations

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

deep green anorak

~

deep green anorak  (  karona neerg peed  )

 

see red robins bob

breadcrumbs, quills ‘n’ pills

beanbag in between

catnip cadillac

 

blue hue avenue

sod plod saucisson

seesaw sorcery

wake paved crackerjack

 

shop pop weasel breeze

shotgun balladeer

earwig wishing wells

grey plane paperback

 

up, down, roundabouts

black sky hierophant

hi-fi interlude

waylay data track

 

asphalt analogue

old gold finches flap

as cows brown the town

deep green anorak

 

on swans mumble me

yellow envelopes

echo underpants

claptrap cul-de-sac

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

modern history

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modern history  (  a sprawl, not a poem  )

yesterday i asked a modern historian – what sank the titanic? & he-she-they told me that the titanic sank because of corona. everyone onboard & the ship itself had corona. plus the iceberg that the titanic crashed into was probably just a massive frozen chunk of corona. lying in wait, like a kiddy fiddler in a botanical garden, disguised as a venus flytrap – waiting for a coach load of children from a special school or something …

anyways … he-she-they then proceeded to tell me that there’s no way salieri could have killed mozart. wolfgang died of corona. like jfk, julius caesar & olaf palme – who were all assassinated by corona. plus here’s a handy rhyme for remembering the fates of henry viii’s wives … corona, corona, corona, corona, corona, corona … which to be fair was quite catchy – though i preferred the original. but this is the cut of twenty twenty’s jib, folks – & yes, the death toll keeps on rising. so stay safe & wear that mask or you too will be modern history. as per the new-normalzzzzzzz

thanks for reading

 

non-ode to a blister

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non-ode to a blister  (  retsilb a ot edo-non  )

 

scourge of the jogger

the ambler & i

summer’s a temptress

but irksome is thy

 

wart of the walker

the tithe of the tread

rhymer of sister

the colour of red

 

brother of rubber

a badger of me

snare of the wearing

the sting of a bee

 

fruit of my friction

the shoe & the fro

rambling batters

the dermis below

 

anachronistic

& superfluous

singing & springing

& blooming with pus

 

mole of the sockless

the toll of a plod

this little fucker’s

a burdensome sod

 

milkman floating

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milkman floating  ( gnitaolf namklim  )

 

 

milkman floating over clover

shrouded in a clouded nova

 

up above the droving shepherds

washing socks & spotting leopards

 

screes the trees within the forest

blooming through & sniffs a florist

 

wakes the sleeping undertaker

leaves the dreaming basket maker

 

weaving in a hall of mirrors

as the postman’s posting pillars

 

& the feathered phantoms scarper

morning is a pencil sharpener

 

dawning belenus is ringing

whales within the dales are singing

 

cattle prod the snoring pastures

all is yawning quarter masters

 

see the village flap ‘n’ fluster

chickens pluck a feather duster

 

milkman floating over clover

breathes the beans & greens the grocer