Poem

what we already know…

15% 

hate A over C

& 2/17ths of them lot

would y'know,

blatantly.





Plus in the area of 18/41sts

of these

would tumble-ARRHG-stumble

into the dreaded bracket E

thus excluding superstitions & rogue-erratic Whitsuns

at a roughly constant rate

of fairly 2.8.





Further,

as per pie-charts

Byzantine whispers, vistas

& Skylarks

19.~ Tuesdays

would fail to correlate

inciting potential hill fog & riots

as their stats abominate.





Yet 2/3 of murmurations

are allergic to cress

so why this really kicks-off

shall remain a game of chess

- yes,

here-be-lie the FACT-SHATS

cold, hard 'n' bare

& a Nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

...

terms in contradiction


Poetry is practically invincible

like a tough young Buddhist cat,

a ball-resistant moth

or a warfarin tolerant rat.





As poetry refuses to die

like a relative

- well fortified & remaining unconquerable,

with the keep tower standing proud

its lofty attic in the clouds

but in many ways

it's still very vulnerable

...

the sun is secretly belgian

The Sun is secretly Belgian

but it's never told a soul

like Eddie Merx,

Stella Artois

or the Smurfs

for fear of losing its sway

& control.





As some Sun worshippers

would demmand blood if they found out

& no doubt

switch their allegiences

to the moon (!),

oh the Sun is secretly Belgian

& Jupiter's diabetic

but don't tell a single sausage

or that sun will come for you

...