The Sun is a cancer gun it's the reason why we live & our death-beam too, The Moon in all its hard cheese is a werewolf-activator & ghost-amplifier - so I'd stay in if I were you ...
Poem
some lines on highwaymen & root vegetables
D' you ever have that dream where your Dick Turpin? 'Stand & deliver' robbing the rich of jewellery 'n' dosh. Then you wake up of a morning with your arms around a turnip & no one wants to fill in those gaps so God bless sweet dreams & memory loss x ...
all thaws
Of a morning in a thawing winter-wonder-wood-land listening to the Blank-Shit drip from the branches; transforming into water but where does it come from let alone go? Oh the mysteries of life & the White-Shite or as some folk insist on calling it 'Snow' ...
mid-january bollocks
Halfway through the coldest oldest month of The Years when head-shat bites hard & Arctic blasts reappear yes roughly 50% of 1 twelfth - is it snowing? Or just confused sleet the usual sheet so keep going ...
optional
You don't have to give your hair a comb or iron your clothes to mind your own or look both ways when crossing the road 'cause life's too short - they're optional those ...
mind the gaps
Apparently it's gaps that are key as gaps make the whole thing breathe but please remain wary of the spaces that you leave or these gaps they might take over words are our sanctuary ...
old scientists
Old school science shit text-books you were far too dated then with graphs 'n' graphics of a former century & black & white photographs glum fuzzy hairy men. Plus women with the thickest glasses in Christendom it's amazing how we have a population now I hated you 'cause you weren't English or History but somehow I still keep you -which is a fucking mystery ...
often but mainly then
Some statues frown the proper cheeky ones wink the Turin Shroud novelty tea towel blinked as shadow figures pass between which should scare or surprise almost unseen from the corners of my eyes ...
how they make freckles
You put your left hand in your left hand out wait 'til next April then shake the mucus out whilst scattering Natterjack Toad bones libations of Irn Bru plus offerings of Toblerone a pocketful of rye then a Mind's Eye of imply & that might do it it's worth a try ...
a night in the life of a moon-shunner
They shun the Moon its Magic beams then sleep in overlapping dreams of a world without Wolves safe from harm or scare then they wake up like a lightning bolt & check their palms for hair ...
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