fools

fools ( s o m e p o e t r y o f s t u f f )

…




( oh )



do stop making


 a fool out of us


said the lemon


& the whipping cream


to the whisk


( but it's all in the wrist )


...

there’s a bucket in my hole

there’s a bucket in my hole ( a t r u e t a l e )

…




there's a bucket in my hole

& there's a kitchen in me rat

there's a settee down my keys

& there's a tree

stuck up my cat


there's a hay barn on my fire

& aye - there's soup within my fly

there's a shadow of my shadow

but don't ask us how

or why

( ? )

...

strange little bird

strange little bird ( a s t r a n g e l i t t l e p o e m )

…




strange little bird

the feathered kind

with off-beat flaps

never in time


your oblique beak

& confused plume

unclassified

none can assume


your species re

taxonomy

truly a winged

anomaly


strange little bird

where have you gone?

i miss your chirps

your quirks, your song

...

there’s a ghost in me toaster

there’s a ghost in me toaster ( a s h i t p o e m )

…




there's a ghost in me toaster

& a dragon in me kettle

little imps in me fridge

& in me cupboards

the devil

( ! )

there's a troll in me fruit bowl

which is more than i can handle

wicked covens in me oven

fuck it

breakfast is cancelled

( forever )

...

a swiss romance

a swiss romance ( a s t r e a m s o f c o n f l u e n c e j o b )

…



if muesli be

the food of love

then my heart is

a cuckoo clock


i'm fond of you

just like fondue


i yodel your name

again

( & again )

...

clone poem

clone poem ( a p o e m )

…




there's clones

of clones

of clones

of clones

of clones

of clones

of clones

of clones


of clones

of clones

of clones

of clones

of clones

of clones

as clones

of clones


of clones

of clones

of clowns

with cones

& yet

they're drones

& clones

of clones


of clones

of clones

who cloned

the clones

they're clones

of clones

so on

it goes

( like bro

ken toes )

...

two peas in a pod

two peas in a pod ( s o m e ? )

…




two peas in a pod

then on things get odd

different be these peas'

personalities


& they're tastes & taste

vary vastly - great

though they're both pea green

all's not what all seems

...

downhill’s the easy part

downhill’s the easy part ( a l i t t l e p o e m )

…




then downhill's the easy part

how the other half ride

push it like a dung beetle

then like buzzards - we glide

clearer like a rainbow's cue

or a lake come daybreak

watch it though on those slopes

keep a hand on those breaks

...

dear athlete’s foot,

dear athlete’s foot, ( a p o e m )

…





so shudder earth or maybe not

the sun is cold - the poles are hot

your earlobes glowed like magic pearls

on samhain eve

spirals unfurl


erm truths hide in wrong barks up trees

yes, barns can't dance - dark history

it peppers all as plague un-fussed

or duckpond ducks

but still this rust


as blackholes suck then elsewhere spew

some fuckin' dick'ead jumps the queue

stray birds live here, their roost has flown

the kettle's gay

( i've always known )


so on we plod our different ways

lone calendars proclaim our days

great salmon leap yet onions weep

until again

there's dreams, our sleep

...

resarf poetry

( ? )

Poems