king for a day


If I were king for a day

I'd ban all the kings outright

including myself

yes - bring me their heads

 then I'd leg it back to bed

& hide until night

...

a speck in time


I've been trying to spot

that tiny slap-bang gap

between afternoon

& evening.





Hiding

in the middle of the point of equilibrium

a speck in time

 defies God & physics

probably somewhere around 6

ish

...

the bollo king



Nothing

is 1 of my

favourite subjects.





One's become an expert

of sorts

from a succession

of non-thoughts.





I would should show you the certificates

but they're completely invisible

& very intangible

plus 

I've forgotten where I left them.





Nothing

is 1 of my

favourite subjects

...

new strangery who


You aint from around these here be parts

have you come to steal our donkeys

our carts

& rustle our sheep

then murder us in our sleep

with a musket to the head

or rusty tent peg through the heart

?





As you aint from these vales & hillsides

have you roamed over dales

far & wide

under various aliases

assumed - lies - disguised

to come for our daughters

our tractors

plus wives

?





As you aint local-yokel

it's true

if you were we'd all recognise you

so we'll keep our close eyes

on new strangery who

whilst silently praying

that you're just passing through.





"Go on, fuck off"

...

doctor’s orders


A smallish dose

of chaos

should be taken

everyday;

a tablespoon

of turmoil,

3 teaspoons

 of disarray, 

20mg 

of topsy-turvy,

a rat's nest

in a pockets worth

of tempest

plus half a puddle

of tumultuous muddle

- repeat until completely compos mentis

...

sound advice


The Sun

is a cancer gun

it's the reason why we live

& our death-beam too,

The Moon

in all its hard cheese

is a werewolf-activator

& ghost-amplifier

- so I'd stay in if I were you

...

all thaws



Of a morning

in a thawing

winter-wonder-wood-land

listening to the Blank-Shit

drip

 from the branches;

transforming into water

but where does it come from

let alone go?

Oh the mysteries of life

& the White-Shite

or as some folk insist on calling it

'Snow'

...

mid-january bollocks



Halfway through the coldest

oldest

month of The Years

when head-shat bites hard

& Arctic blasts reappear

 yes roughly 50%

of 1 twelfth

- is it snowing?

Or just confused sleet

the usual sheet

so keep going


...

optional



You don't have to give

your hair a comb

or iron your clothes

to mind your own

or look both ways

when crossing the road

'cause life's too short

- they're optional those

...

mind the gaps



Apparently it's      gaps

that are            key

as gaps make the whole thing





breathe

but please remain wary

of the      spaces

that you leave

or these gaps they might take over











words are our sanctuary

...

resarf poetry

( ? )

Poems

king for a day

a speck in time

the bollo king

new strangery who

doctor’s orders

sound advice

all thaws

mid-january bollocks

optional

mind the gaps