Poems

chuntering left

…

in between the drops
& the drips from the tap
in the bathroom’s sink

holes for all your pigeons
a smidgeon of ink
a wink & a nod

off before the whistle
yet we never saw
those thunderclouds coming

up from the ground
a mystery is blooming
chuntering left

to this very laptop
& other such devices
download complete

& then repeat
looping those cassettes
retracing echoes

of the future’s spanners
picking up steam’s litter
grabbing at the fog

horns on his head
tread with feathered feet
we, the incomplete

& utter gubbins
fall like an autumn
chorally crow

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you are here ( s )

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catching the last
sunbeams of summer
& the first warmth of spring

shivering like timbers
with mittens blue & woollen
in a frosty schoolyard

typing away
with your other monkey chums
writing shakespeare plays

whilst burnt alive
for being a lollard
in the fourteenth century

catching up your umbra
running with a stick
in a three-legged race

tucking away
on a stuffed dormouse
in old londinium

but laughing at the guttering
sputtering down
on a piss wet day

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septemberal

…

s emaphore & seraphin
then let’s begin
e ctoplasm
from the nostrils of your nose
p op tarts & pardons
welkins water gardens
t artan rugs, temporal
feeling quite septemberal
e gg timers tick
tocks getting quick
m altesers, mole hills
another beanstalk spills
b iplanes stutter
better run for cover
e arly trains, catch up
ketchup, the night bus
r ubber gloves, chickens
you & who the dickens
a xe handles jazz
i’m your magic spaz
l uggage on a trolley
best bring a brolly

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when couplets attack

…

but if it fits – it must go in

& so the rhymers stroke a chin

the breezes blow in figure eights

the bubblegum sun masticates

the clouds aloud, a bursting sky

the rest is but a butterfly

a post-it-note, the shepherds blah

the leopards here not spotted far

upon another pigeon day

the poets float & scroat away

a sort of door, a flowing so

a cattle cat & mornings glow

a certain number’s syllables

the stresses dee in intervals

between the dums & on she plods

& then she ends, you lucky sods

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further & more

…

beyond the swan

& in between

      the closing sings

      an opening

the seasons tease

the breezes crow

      the flow is though

      a river’s bend

a kingfisher

a fissure here

      apocryphal

      is possible

the near is far

a wooden spoon

      a garden gate

      & middle eight

a flighty sky

my feathered friend

      the end is just

      the cusp of soon

but when is then

& rubber gloves

      or turtle doves

      the morning squawks

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