When the grey is there to stay above the saturated earth with threatenings of rain onto its soggy sodden turf when most sensible life has scarpered when breezes pick up into cold winds instead pray for the heavens to open then the Gods can bless this dim, this grim ...
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on the branches there’s blossom
On the branches there's blossom hints of pink white bits like phosphum some clouds or cotton floaty wreckless flotsam undead as the possum high like Nelson's Column & ne'er to be forgotten it's a corpus callosum as it bridges that gap between Winter & Spring on the branches there's blossom it's a curious thing ...
pudding
Once upon a wheelbarrow row row you scroat in 10 opticians are in love with a goat thus the custard's all flustered the crumble slightly deranged so kiss this odd & eat my strange ...
weekend witches
Weekend witches & Beltane pagans once yearly-nearly ramblers & blue moon dabblers. Wedding drinkers & funeral weepers occasional tables the occasionally unstable. Hy-Brasil & déjà vu a solar eclipse or the Phoenix, of course too. Brief glimpses of HELL & scarlet pimpernels plus fuck-it-that'll-do rhymers - bloody part-timers ...
prayer poem
Dearest Gods of the Air then of course Jesus & the other 1 Lord please ban vintage steam fairs nasty dreams & all wars. Bad smells & smart cars the cult of celebrity glove puppets jumping on their own from opened cupboards & the piss-take annoying vagueness of brevity. Plus can we have more Butterflies in January? Will I go to HELL if I prefer dirty-sliced-white over granary? Are grey squirrels really a species or just that little bit older? Alleyways nice 1 4 glistening-listening & lifting these chips - in a bit off my shoulder. (AmEnd) ...
how they make freckles
You put your left hand in your left hand out wait 'til next April then shake the mucus out whilst scattering Natterjack Toad bones libations of Irn Bru plus offerings of Toblerone a pocketful of rye then a Mind's Eye of imply & that might do it it's worth a try ...
puddle power
Yes Puddles are alive in a variety of shapey-sizes from 1 droplet of Puddle-Stuff to 2 thirds of the Earth. The bits that stagger Puddles are classed as 'Streams' 'Big Streams' or 'Land' strange heathen places despised by Ye Gods so everyday these Puddles EXPAND ...
the gist of things
Twas a stormless night when the incident with the euphonium low cloud yet quitish bright triggered pandemonium. The chickens they ran amok as the church bells sang of the end of the of days the vicar was touched by a form of shock like headless poultry - mad cluckers all crazed. & then it almost rained frogs as the cries of terror-shit topped deafening plus miaows from confused dogs almost but definitely threatening. & so without further ado-ACHOO in the absence of thunder claps or any last requests bless you - yes I have the sniffles too hereby thence sentence you to death ...
climb ing
Almost at the top I turn around to the valley behind the bulk of what's been climbed since gradient is in decline. The village below looks like a tiny model-village yet less detail - fainter, scant plus populated by ants. The clouds above me still they don't seem that much closer which can only be an illusion as the Sky Gods thrive on confusion. & then a murmur utters 'further' determination reapplied (very) almost at the top now but what lies beyond the other side ? ...
pass it all on…
Nan used to tell me old Folk Tales & never-ever-ever-ever eat your own toenails only other peoples' that internet is evil the Hun don't like it up 'em & next door are in league with weasels. Plus it's only witches that get chickenpox twice butterflies are too nice always neat - no ice & sometimes wolves are sheep in disguise never double-cross a morris dancer - yes, she was wise ...
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