~
crackin’ in ( coz rhymes can be free too )
…
crackin' up? crackin' in tentacles pack it in kraken yous natterjack bubblewrap cul-de-sacs toad on road air pockets soothsayers eye sockets portents here bubble burst stub a toe ow - that hurts ~ phone a friend? make one up be a bee sup, sup, sup wear a face don a gown i've seen her around town vanishings stroke an ear candlemas disappear turnip wars piffle vest sandwiches ( bless this mess ) ...
~
crafted by hand ( some truths & out the other one )
…
all of these poems are crafted by hand no fancy machines as it's art - isan but just who is anne? you misunderstand no robotic prods just shat pen - that's grand as birds boss the skies as sheep graze the land one scribbles on sheets shit riddles of man it's bespoke ( of course ) all part of the plan so don't knock this wank 'twas crafted by hand ...
~
biscuit fingers ( some shite for turdsday )
…
if i had biscuit fingers i'd nibble at my digits i'd dip them in my tea then i'd be impaired ...
~
the p in ptarmigan ( some more gubbins for the annals )
…
you're not the c in cardigan or either b in barbican no - you're the p in ptarmigan ( your silence fools not me ) ...
~
a cloudless sky ( disturbing sheet indeed )
…
a cloudless sky
where have they gone?
just clueless blue
something is wrong
the sun dial smiles
yet can't explain
this lack of shade
this lack of rain
perhaps the clouds
last stormy night
fell out with god
then went on strike
thence huffed their way
behind the moon
to hide a while
( ? )
please come back soon
( x )
...
~
( going nuts ) ( some shit )
…
almost is almost an almond ( but not yet ) ...
~
vulnerable ( 8 lines of something )
…
if you yawn upon a morn
in that bit beyond the dawn
by a cool pool or pond or such
or a lake where insects swarm
careful with that morrowed yawn
you're exposed - insects get drawn
via your gob they'll hive your mind
they'll nest-infest
- you have been warned -
...
~
loveable rogues ( a common wish )
…
what's not to love re
loveable rogues?
yes we'd all love to
be one of those
we'd bend the rules but
the system's bent ( ! )
we'd defy norms &
never relent
toughened since childhood
yet good within
beyond our shit quips
& cheeky grins
we'd badger on through
our highs & lows
what's not to love re
loveable rogues?
...
~
( village spillage )
another vaguely poetical rant
inspired by another morning run-in with a true wrong’un
( i’ll spare you the details )
…
busy bodies
gawpy sorts
gossip mongers
nonsense talk
flaps of piffle
squawks & squawks
they're watching all
like a hawk
with shite eyesight
blinkers on
squinting - blinking
reason's gone
bitter since y'old
days of yon
dream of upper
echelons
nosy bastards
wanky spies
fuelled by gubbins
porky pies
thorny thinking
spiky lies
plague pits piling
in their eyes
busy bodies
fantasies
story telling
fancy-free
curtain twitching
yous not me
mind your own shit
business
please
...
~
where’s mozart? ( a moderately contemporary word wank )
…
mozart? don't know
sub concerto
conscious solo
twinkle
don't know
magpie smearing?
mathematics
twinkle hiding
try the
attic
what time's bedtime?
face in basin
death? he faked it
flute stuff
mason
know don't - hut-based
where art? twinkle
new stuff
pipelines
hope so
wishful
...
resarf poetry 