call the police


if you've witnessed a crime

you shall call the police

it might be sheep-bothering

or a fracas in the streets

they're all dodgy wankers

far lower than thieves

but they do good too occasionally

so call the police

...

8 line poem


yes clock museums

have many many faces

& vicarages, well

they're very angry places

as sure all haiku

are smug little squits

aye facts make the world go 'round

- god bless this fucking shit

( x )

...

the shoe in sue’s shoe ( a shoe story )

sue had a stone in her shoe

sue removed shoe 

to de-stone as we do

yet when she did to her surprise

with bemusement in her eyes

'fuckadoodleooh ( ! )

it's no stone - it's a shoe'


yes sue had a shoe in her shoe

a tiny replica 

of the shoe of sue

'who? what? how? shite why?

not a shoe clue have i'

but weird shit's real too

& this story's true

...

wyn’s turquoise-phase

wyn's just lived through a turquoise-phase

which lasted approximately

34 days


he did turquoise things whilst wearing turquoise clothes

but his future's purple

or more precisely;

mauve





( the end )

...

wet paint signs

yes wet paint signs

are a favourite sign of mine

but sometimes they lie

sometimes it's dried


so always dab a fingertip

on the self-proclaimed wet paint

it's the only way to know for sure

if it's wet or if it aint

...

a little poem about that there nothing


some clever tosser clogs

well they insist

that that there nothing don't exist

a bit like the tea towel drawer monster

which apparently is dust

& trapped air


but a quick thought

i think they should spare

for those folk who play musical chairs

with never any music

or vaguely tonal humming

& never any fucking chairs there


wankers

...

( very early june )

everyday's a mystery

that's why it all begins with a yawn

as floaty fragments

of recent dreams

tickle the conscious thing

into the morn


everyday's a mystery

as sure as that pan can play pipes

or the w.i dance 

on the edge of a knife

bewilderment

is the fountain of life

...

ludo set


i've lost half of my ludo set

& i don't know what to do


( ? )


i've lost half of my ludo set

& i'm shit at playing lu

...







( author nodes; 

there's got to be a parallel dimension where this is actual poetry

... so there

... )

if everyone caught the bus

if everyone caught the bus

there'd definitely be less fuss

there'd be less traffic

of an afternoon or morn

packed in like pilchards

fucking swearing - honking horns


if everyone caught the bus

& not just strange people like us

Mother Earth would be cleaner

& greener all luscious

but we'd need more bus routes

& a shit load more buses

...

on the binge

the kids nowadays

are drinkin' binge

i read then tutted in the paper

such a terrible thing

we didn't have this binge drink

when i were a lad

& it seems completely evil

so beware the binge

- binge bad

...

resarf poetry

( ? )

Poem

call the police

8 line poem

the shoe in sue’s shoe ( a shoe story )

wyn’s turquoise-phase

wet paint signs

a little poem about that there nothing

( very early june )

ludo set

if everyone caught the bus

on the binge