In between sneezes & disease related wheezes sternutation hesitation mini lull world destination. Yes in between atchoos this fragile bubble time in lieu providing some respite from gesundheit - maybe it's cleared nostrils crossed disappeared ...
Poetry
routine inquiries
It was probably a Tuesday or Thursday so let's call it Wednesday as a form of compromise. It was either evening or early so now it's afternoon - let's follow through with no surprise. They said their name was Graham or Susannah so let's say Grahannah in the absence of objections. & they definitely went off in 1 of several directions & that's all I recall Your Majesty any further questions ? ...
a village of 2 halves
The villagers that reside to the south of the river are the stuff of local nightmares they frighten us - we shiver. Those southerners they ingest human flesh, stir tea anti-clockwise plus the animals & incest. ~ As the river flows through the heart of this village it alligns, defines & keeps the North safe in its grim. We burned the bridge last April muttered curses - turned the tables but there's some nasty hearsay circling apparently they can swim ...
hellebore & thereabouts
The Earth is flat, blancmange-based & hollow & I once met Winter on a frosty-morning-morrow. Babbling about Christmas, Rizlas, bad snow, piss-beer plus - "I don't suppose you've grown my rose?" & then he magic-vanished disappeared. ~ Gone ...
gran’s bones please…
rulers have been shatter proof as standard for centuries this is revelation-LESS & the very least we expect. But oh how they love to remind us is any stationary user still impressed? I only wonder what they'll shatter-proof next - it could be anything - that's anyone's guess? ...
can i stroke your poetry?
Can I stroke your poetry? Is it tame? Has it had the vaccinations? Is it house-trained & almost tolerant of children or will maim my face all hate & nasty machinations? Can your poetry do any mad tricks? the surrealsome 6, hex twig sticks & back flips, or bury a mouthy pheasant or perchance chase a bone - oh please tell me is your poetry sweet lovely's true epitome & free to a fairly goodish home? ...
random noctbservations
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. ...
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 ...
scumday
Trapped in corduroy yet dreaming of peace as campanologists clang their way through the embers of the week & the T.V's gone to sleep as the clocks creep a tock-tick-tock - cuh! It's alright for some but Sunday you're fuckin' scum x ...
resarf poetry 