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. ...
Poems
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 ...
quite ominous stuff
A loud thunder cloud clapped then some scaffolding collapsed as an evil wind blew so the Queen followed-through. A 1-headed magpie exclaimed a single sad sigh thence flew under a ladder as the lunatics grew madder. Plus all the cats were howling & the turtle doves were growling until it was clear to all so bollocks to crystal balls. Yes it's unjoyously unsurprising there's shat nastiness arising & this shite might get tough coz that's quite ominous stuff ...
21st century twaddle
My left sleeve smells of oniony yet none of the onions wreak of sleeve & neither of my big toes are buniony I can stand quite comfortably - 15 sugars please. All roads lead to Prietenegg not that hungry but I'd like an egg preferably scrambled as the language of the brain or Humpty Dumpty - post-he-fell-tumbly - so welcome to our domain x ...
1 of these daze…
A cacophony of broccoli - it's a brassica-based monotony, a demonic-lampshade & a CABAL of sinister lampreys. An estate agent with a spine & soul, a maenad sleeping & a rather arsey troll. The Plague of Justinian plus a Troop of Morris Men but very nearly - bloody almost if I was me I'd blame them ...
no added shudder
Winter arrived unannounced last night a brief smidgening of snow-stuff the cheeky shite, a dainty scattering of white shit the seasonal squit but with plenty more in store I'm sure do I mind? - Not a bit x ...
what we already know…
15% hate A over C & 2/17ths of them lot would y'know, blatantly. Plus in the area of 18/41sts of these would tumble-ARRHG-stumble into the dreaded bracket E thus excluding superstitions & rogue-erratic Whitsuns at a roughly constant rate of fairly 2.8. Further, as per pie-charts Byzantine whispers, vistas & Skylarks 19.~ Tuesdays would fail to correlate inciting potential hill fog & riots as their stats abominate. Yet 2/3 of murmurations are allergic to cress so why this really kicks-off shall remain a game of chess - yes, here-be-lie the FACT-SHATS cold, hard 'n' bare & a Nightingale sang in Berkeley Square ...
at low nucleotide
It was roughly mid morning (ish) at low nucleotide when the D & RNA they seemed so distant far away. & so the genes at sea began to bad dream, another state perchance mutate, a cheeky fluffy monster with a lovely gobshite grin or part of a collective (!) - "PLEASE COME IN" ...
terms in contradiction
Poetry is practically invincible like a tough young Buddhist cat, a ball-resistant moth or a warfarin tolerant rat. As poetry refuses to die like a relative - well fortified & remaining unconquerable, with the keep tower standing proud its lofty attic in the clouds but in many ways it's still very vulnerable ...
resarf poetry 