According to myth, a blacksmith, entrails, unmentionables. There exists a fiendish witch who can spell men into vegetables. Be it carrot, parsnip, cabbage - she'll meta-magic away. Sorceress at night time, greengrocer by day ...
Poetry
a storm in your pocket
There appears to be a storm in your pocket a raging gale drenched howls of wail. There appears to be a storm in your pocket cold nefarious fronts arctic gusts of mistrust. There appears to be a storm in your pocket keeping people indoors its terror batters with force. Oh there appears to be a storm in your pocket - 'cause there is please tell me where you bought it or is this storm a gift ? ...
orangutans are not the only fruit
Never play chess with a Diocesan they'll cheat when their distractions spell their wicked ways. & never ever try & triple guess an Ombudsman they're fickle-unpredictable just like a month of Jonathans ...
how to end these things…
I never quite know how to end these things I'm not fat or a lady babies cry when I sing. Plus proper dogs bark & the little ones just yap as The End Is Nigh decries with signs finally accurate all cities collapse x ...
in between sneezes
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 ...
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? ...
