solmonath mud bath lententide valentine hill hikes fill dyke vernal sounds burial mounds springtime pocus hocus crocus frosty stings birds sing feathery february ...
Poem
the poetry
pen check pad check all hands on deck ink check Petr Čech treaty Utrecht Quebec Aztec discotheque chicken neck madness cay sera add words et voila ...
little sprinkles of evil
little sprinkles of evil should be practiced everyday like throwing stones into unsuspecting rivers swapping 'round traffic cones chuckling all the way or getting off the bus a stop later than you paid for having pushingitly rang the bell or informing a drayman that your real name's graham & then gradually you'll inch slowly closer to hell x ...
baby squirrel
i'd love to rescue a baby squirrel that's tumbled from its drey i'd take it home to my sanctuary introduce it to the hedgehogs tell it things'll be okay yes i'd feed it - protect it we'd form a bond - a common will then i'd indoctrinate - control it then tell it to kill ...
grey matters (other version)
there are bits of whitsuns daydreams foamy moments shaving cream there are intermissions crevices edgy head land precipices there are glimpses of past lives like aristotle nell gwynn's cousin irwin rommel & there are draining times plus energies then lemon trees memories x ...
night smells
something's cooking something smells good & so the tummy rumbles as i thought it would something's burning charry whiffs now alarming aromatics find the source somehow then something's leaking - d'you smell gas? it's somewhere in this darkness light a candle with a match ...
scrawling stuff
scrawlings in black ink on hands & exposed skin reminders shopping lists random words whims symbols protection secret jokes nudges soapy water smeary now traces smudges ...
easter card list
cauliflowers heather collecting feathers eleanor of aquitaine thorpe cloud turin shroud apple pips wednesdays mismanaged antelopes hauntings artichokes marzipan envelopes ...
always gorse
there's always magic meadows the hedgerows rabbits & hares mountain & brown this valley forever in any weather & then of course there's always gorse ...
24 owls
yes some are blatantly secretly flemish whilst others hobble-plod like that 3-legged dog which you pass some mornings or occasional evenings some supplicate cress some cling to the ceiling the darker ones they're hell folk they're born with 13 elbows further some last a second some stay for the week then some have swollen glands & others wandering hands - yes every day's unique ...
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