a different breakfast

a bowl of cornflakes

again but instead of milk

– milk of magnesia

( author notes )

june is pride month
as i’m sure we all can’t help
but ‘effing notice

so i’d like to take this opportunity
to announce to the world
that i too am a trans

but i’m not a transgender
like a chap in a dress
or a gimp in a crèche
tossing off the curate

– no,
i’m trans-star sign instead
or more precisely
i’m a pisces born in a gemini’s body

i’ve always known i was trans-star sign
ever since i was a sprat
come the 27th of february
i’d hurry downstairs
expecting gifts & a chocolate cake
but nothing
for three whole months
until the 27th of may
because of science, time & societal norms

this was deeply hurtful
& designed to destroy my true self
but the those fascist bigots failed
big time
& although i despise all clichès
i really do feel that the tide is turning

yes, acceptance is only one
well-funded quango away
& soon my kind will have their own stripe
on the magic rainbow flag too

& hopefully some sort of operation
perhaps some artificial gills
or scales on my skin
possibly from some sort of
experimental booster shot
free on the n.h.s
( we all need more of them )

so long live pride
& respect my beautiful bravery
or else

thank you for love & understanding

( amen )

build back butter

settle in the dusk

with your ears still ringing

      yesterday’s fingers sweat

      clutching pheasant feathers

far below the window

lies another sky

      high above the sun

      is a secret for the ages

pages after pages

abramelin’s mages

      missus porter’s daughter

      is pimped on the dark web

mister kipling’s missus

left him for the milkman

      at the second right

      turn left again

part the wave’s functions

like the centre parting

      which is gently combed

      on the palms of your hands

scatter like the flight

of a herringbone sunset

      barking up the bark

      of a dogwood’s trunk

death’s curative curtains

now he’s in heaven

professor steven hawking

mud wrestles angels

( author notes )

i’ve been thinking a lot about
professor stephen hawking
again recently

not so much for his science
i.e writing some unreadable bollocks
about time & blackholes
or inventing the daleks
on his home planet of skaro

no, not that professor stephen hawking

but the singer, professor stephen hawking
his unique range, tone & delivery
on tracks like the club banger
blue with eiffel 65
or around the world
his daft punk collaboration
or of course – we are the robots
his sick kraftwerk mash-up

now, that to me
is professor stephen hawking
his one-off style
a true maverick
such an underrated vocalist
probably the vox g.o.a.t
but he lives on in his music

( amen )

an open letter to athlete’s foot

dearest athlete’s foot,

the bitch to end all itches

you funky fungal swine

i’ve known you since super glue

was still super

as gorilla glue

still hadn’t been invented

yes, i met you when

magician’s assistants

could split themselves in two

& everyone drank

vanilla yazoo

since swimming at school

cold changing room floors

you’ve bullied me

& stalked me all my lifespan

like your sister blister

& uncle verruca

you’ve picked on both my pediments

the left & the other

& pecked like a crow

in between the toe

sore red sores

from your phantom spores

so i say – no more

a hurtin’ & a harmin’

i know you’ll never change

so i apply daktarin

( take that )

the inevitable summer poem

summer, summer

sand in sandwiches

cuckoo spit

goose bumps & goosegrass

summer, summer

nettles stinging kneecaps

b.o & beeswax

factor two hundred

summer, summer

stampeding bullocks

fat spring lambs

& another maiden over

summer, summer

a thorny rose garden

jars of picalilli

as another midgey bites

summer, summer

johnny-cum-lately

rediscovers outdoors

( where were you in january? )

summer, summer

toms in the greenhouse

blueberry skies

& lobster red gingers

wonder, wonder

will the bishop notice

your varicose veins

& leg-tat’ of him?

summer, summer

golden bales of hay

after a cloudburst

another lovely day