The villagers that reside to the south of the river are the stuff of local nightmares they frighten us - we shiver. Those southerners they ingest human flesh, stir tea anti-clockwise plus the animals & incest. ~ As the river flows through the heart of this village it alligns, defines & keeps the North safe in its grim. We burned the bridge last April muttered curses - turned the tables but there's some nasty hearsay circling apparently they can swim ...
Poem
hellebore & thereabouts
The Earth is flat, blancmange-based & hollow & I once met Winter on a frosty-morning-morrow. Babbling about Christmas, Rizlas, bad snow, piss-beer plus - "I don't suppose you've grown my rose?" & then he magic-vanished disappeared. ~ Gone ...
when games go wrong…
Simon says stand on your left leg. Simon says hop on the spot. Simon says now put both hands on your head. Kill Simon.
gran’s bones please…
rulers have been shatter proof as standard for centuries this is revelation-LESS & the very least we expect. But oh how they love to remind us is any stationary user still impressed? I only wonder what they'll shatter-proof next - it could be anything - that's anyone's guess? ...
can i stroke your poetry?
Can I stroke your poetry? Is it tame? Has it had the vaccinations? Is it house-trained & almost tolerant of children or will maim my face all hate & nasty machinations? Can your poetry do any mad tricks? the surrealsome 6, hex twig sticks & back flips, or bury a mouthy pheasant or perchance chase a bone - oh please tell me is your poetry sweet lovely's true epitome & free to a fairly goodish home? ...
random noctbservations
The sleepless sheep can flockin' count themselves cos part-time shepherds skive indoors, a puzzle book teeters precipice - wonky shelf as woodland turns, sleep-swears then snores. A barn owl has a dipole moment whilst pastures doze under Moon Cheese Head, but then a bike in the village plus a priceless trowel are stolen - they were askin' for it really, UNLOCKED SHED. Tut. ...
post-nap
39 & a half winks in yet feeling completely refreshed, I spring up with zing like an uncoiled thing - tracky beez, trainers, vest, jacket, dressed. I still miss the Plague of Justinian ...
the internet has hairy palms too
The internet has hairy palms too just like Jesus, your mother or you & this may well BOO! & come as a shock but when really thought about clearly explains a lot ...
scumday
Trapped in corduroy yet dreaming of peace as campanologists clang their way through the embers of the week & the T.V's gone to sleep as the clocks creep a tock-tick-tock - cuh! It's alright for some but Sunday you're fuckin' scum x ...
& death shall have no dumb onion
Same is the opposite of opposite & opposite is the opposite of same, & yet grey areas still exist strange foggy places dewy-mist; condensation, evaporation precipitation - explanation ? ...
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