~
dox ’em all ( lla me’ xod )
…
marmaduke mcmarzipan
six crisp crescent
leamington foot spa
pantheus wilson
eighty eight smegma lane
summer settee
susan supernovaton
two bubblewrap avenue
sheep shear shire
gavin magnetron-jones
no fixed adobe
– possibly a ghost
…
~
why the nuck fot? ( ?tof kcun eht yhw )
…
singing sea shanties
in the east midlands
building snowmen
in the amazon jungle
looking for smiths
in a chinese phone book
playing games of twister
with a goblin – on the moon
living in an igloo
on a solar spot
spoonerising on – yeah
– why the nuck fot?
writing the tripe
of another offal pun
shaving the hair
off a dolphin’s head
russian roulette
with your shadow at noon
all make more sense
than bugger all instead
…
~
piss another prelude ( edulerp rehtona ssip )
…
dry before the soak
yonder on – the branches dance
soldiers dip the yolk
carpenters in barking pants
ants retreat below
under boughs – the heifers stall
when the egg is sleep
sky above a wrecking ball
stick around ‘n’ see
where the air’s a shade of glue
nettles spoon the soup
teasels tease a tickled hue
calm before the stork
posts a spring delivery
on a nature walk
free from normal’zzz pillory
greener than a dream
breezes stir the marmalade
climb a mountain ash
call a trowel – a garden spade
sing a salad daze
chase the shapes of shifting shrouds
hit the shitter’s fan
scatter under wazzing clouds
…
~
dreams of the past ( tsap eht fo smaerd )
…
the twentieth century
is eating pot noodles
in a shell suit
while the miners strike
the nineteenth century
is reading frankenstein
dressed like jack the ripper
on the flying scotsman
the eighteenth century
is humming bars of mozart
in a river mill town
in a mantua gown
all the former centuries
old but never dead
dozing in a nursing home
between teatime & bed
…
~
f l o w i n g ( g n i w o l f )
…
f eathers on a breeze
fists in the yeah
first class stampedes
l eaves on the river
lemons that blow
lyrics from the otherland
o nce the cock is up
onions shed their skins
order is reborn
w aving like an x-ray
waddle like a duckling
when the tongue’s untied
i n between ebbs
itchy rectal passages
icing me cakehole
n evermore’s a nob’ead
notes the spillage idiom
now is a cloudburst
g lowing inside your
golden noggin’s
gobshite hinterland
…
~
the grocer’s folly ( yllof s’recorg eht )
…
stupidity
is muted youths
who feast on eastern
citrus fruits
~
young, dumb
& full of kum … quats
…
~
mark of the bees ( seeb eht fo kram )
…
a honeybee flew
into last night’s vindaloo
& now my ring stings
…
~
( … )
…
~
four thirty three
minutes – the lyrics
~
lines on describing
the scent of a dahlia
~
a rondeau in the style
of marcrel marceau
~
the sound of a skeleton
sleeping underground
~
reasons to vote
for any of the scrotes
~
on the back
of a second class stamp
…
~
monkeypox update ( etadpu xopyeknom )
…
the m42
from junction five to fourteen
is riddled with the monkeypox
( follow diverted traffic signs )
most beekeepers
& amateur oceanographers
are under quarantine
( probably forever )
every other greggs
on this frightened little isle
every b&m
( but not b&q )
anyone called gordon
– wilhelm or susan
will be shot on sight
( then incinerated )
the bakerloo line
is still infected
blackpool tower
( plus the marble arch mound )
all stratocumulus
& nimbostratus clouds
stay afraid indoors
( in case they rain upon us )
…
~
( & begin ) ( nigeb & )
…
quills from the feathers
of a jubjub bird
ink from the sacs
of a massive fucking kraken
a seat & a desk
plus a cuppa tea is good
sheet from the trees
in the shoulda coulda wood
…
