Today the Sun went orange & none of the guessperts know why but nonetheless there it sits all massive like its citrus-based coloursake shining in the sky. Maybe it's fake-tan or fence preserver or it wants to go marching with William's fan club in July - twinkle - thinkle - the child prodigies they wonder as today the Sun went orange & none of the guessperts know why ? ...
Poem
may contain traces of seepage
I found a poem inside a poem inside a poem inside a poem well beyond & within its pungent oniony skin. Hiding between layers with Lord Lucan & a Russian doll whilst wondering am I the end of this or merely the tip of begin ? ...
shattoodoo
Check inbox for latest emails from Barabus & Banardos, squeeze avocados then FREE TERRY WAITE. Translate Milton into Pingu knock knock who's there? Igloo Igloo who? Igloo let me in I'll tell you not this side of gist, this is the middle of a list ...
in another reality, we ran
You 1st tickled my fantasy in History when I was sweet-lucky 13, as just when I thought that shite-squat could top the Vikings we went all Third Reich like - nice 1 Mr. Green. You were a true Aryan beauty with an air of mystery who had a thing for sweaty Austrian men, yet we're divided by time & capsules of cyanide but oh mein Eva Braun if I could love you then ...
hobbyist apocalypse
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The Campanologists decided -
to end with a clang defy the essence of time in chimey unison rang. The Philatelists pored & ogled through their Stanley Gibbons books whilst licking the front of their favourites & shedding tears - with final goodbye looks. The Ikebanists they seemed to at last lose their powers so now devoid of their Dark-Witchcraft unarranged lovely flowers. Plus the poet-lot simply wrote on as all shit crumbled & evil winds blew oceans drowned & mountain ranges tumbled but their stray words dreamed of dawns anew ...
all geese are nazis when they walk
All geese are Nazis when they walk - no silly talk it's POLITICS not twaddle. Even if it's just another goosey-gander-waddle; webbed feet left 1st then right they're terribly Third Reich ...
have you seen my unicorn?
I don't suppose you've seen my Unicorn ? I've been searching high then low, I tethered him outside my local Happy Shopper - oh I wonder where the tosser could go ? Is he in the library studying Cuneiform ? I've scanned as far as my eyes can see, maybe it's poachers or invisibility as upon his horn is now worn the ring of Gyges ? ...
on a solstice eve
On a Solstice Eve the joint 2nd shortest day of the year when the silvery Sun soon does 1 - disappears especially when partially marred by cloud. A song swanned into my ears a proper old classic no glib festive cheer pre-dating mortal-Jesus with his bastardized ideas so sing it loud & proud now Winter is here ...
most fun is harmless
Whether lost without purpose as a porpoise in a shampoo advert, or moochin' on the horizons of the enlightened & aspiring brigands views. Be it wassailing in the valley with a poem whilst Summer deep-dreams sleep-stirless, or just talking to a bucket - fuck it something to do ...
auguries of tinnitus
I don't remember the Stone Age or the Bronze Age for that matter ; I've never even heard of Rosencratz, that Mastodon or wiped out the Quagga. Loose tiles on a vile Shrovetide bits of brisk gale & shards of dark shatter - no, sorry I don't own that nosedive plus I've never seen toads fly fuck off now & scatter ...
