I'm paying close attention to the Rain again as it patters against the pane & a pattern starts to form in the brain - yes, it's a Cloud-Code almost cracked & ascertained. Don't stop x ...
Poem
another time
Nice 1 - nice swan yes thanks again may most of your daze be merry, I'd love to stay & chat about Norse-sorts & all-sorts & that but sadly I desperately need to catch that ferry. & of course Carausius & the Tudors I'm sure we'll come to them in the future - yet right now my sands of time are falling fast, so that shed - I'll wave a toodaloo, sayonara et adieu as not everything has the luxury of existing in the past ...
section r box 3
Yes, imaginary gnomes as an ornament in homes are the cause of mad scorn - they're bad enough on lawns. The little tossers they trip us over with a topsy-turvy -Terpsichore-fall - it's Thursday let's burn them all x ...
doppelgänger
You are here but where are you? Pottering - as we do in a 2nd hand hand shop or berating giraffes at the zoo? But not the okapis has it joined the Illuminati or has it overslept its way to Crewe? Maybe it's behind the sofa or playing games with supernovas - You are here but where are you? ...
nob ‘eads & pillocks
Children never really become adults coz existence is a game, from the very 1st yawn of the dawn of time it's always been the same, the rules are an absolute gobshite to follow - it drives most folk insane, yet still some nob 'eads cheat & think it's grand & reet but ignore these pillocks coz there's no acclaim in shame ...
perish – peril – perish
Haemoglobin - bloody goblins! Too many vitamins - coffin dodging. At risk of drowning - apple bobbing. & reduced to tears foodstuffs - discount sobbing ...
bracken english
This is not a war cry or a sight for sore eyes coz that conflict is a mess & beauty's anyone's guess. No - this is just sieve minded mongrel island village spillage but nothing that distinguished - this is Bracken English ...
november & thank you
Yes, November - as I remember doesn't take any shit or any vember mind whatever that is ? Coz this 'tis the month that just cracks on so along the dwindles & the dawdles of its days, with clean - quite bright almost-Winter light blooming through its foggy morning haze x ...
if you were a church
If you were a church I'd steal the lead off your spire & roof & vandalise the tombs in your graveyard. Then smash your stained glass windows creating gaps where cold-shafts in-blow under the cover of night with Satan as my safeguard x ...
supper for II
My ideal dinner guest would have to be Pontius Pilate, coz I've gotta thing about folk that don't wash their hands. It's something I can't stand it flips my lid - soap-sink-rinse-rid! If anything he was perhaps a bit too keen at times but that was a while ago & he always did ...
resarf poetry 