~
on it like a car bonnet nonet ( tenon tennob rac a ekil ti no )
…
dancing badgers blather nuts in june
a sixpence in a chrysalis
sings a song of in between
croons in skeleton keys
as the sunset sweats
yet the moon is
shivering
& bats
flap
…
~
( author notes )
a nonet is a poem that starts with a nine syllable line
& counts down to one
– in case you weren’t aware
…
~
as the breezes wheeze ( ezeehw sezeerb eht sa )
…
she of greener leas
rises like a muffin
as the breezes wheeze
huffing like a puffin
panting ants ‘n’ dance
in the middle’s muddle
hatching happenstance
pisses in a puddle
bubbles in the air
salad in a sandwich
where the leverets hare
lark a marching bandwidth
buzzing like a fly
as the pollen’s pouncing
butter flutters by
nodding branches bouncing
see the hedges row
glow beyond the blossom
summer is a ho
winter was a possum
all is balls again
diamonds hide in coal pits
’til the song’s refrain
shines another solstice
…
~
g7 ( 7g )
…
gangrenous
globalists
gutless
goblins
gloaming
gimps
& goshawks
…
~
cracking on ( no gnikcarc )
…
eggs laid at daybreak
scrambled like the curate’s head
ciphers for breakfast
…
~
swan upmanship ( pihsnampu naws )
…
this is not a story
i’m still dodging normies
holes in the soles
of my lockdown shoes
orthopaedic stylee
cancel me like wiley
shaking fists at phantoms
& tangents in clouds
’til the daze is gravy
& this lemon’s hazy
shower in the bath
breathe without a mask
plodding like a donkey
music in the wrong key
muses snoozing zeds
pencils in me lead
oh, the road is bendy
after twenty twenty
owls in me frog mouth
up north has gone south
earth is a loony
under the moony
scribbles in the bin
sing another songbook
…
~
( author notes / quotes )
” mad is bad. bad is good “
( j.g ballard, kingdom come )
…
~
beat drop ( pord taeb )
…
oh, my broken timelord hearts
syncopate within the dark
of a great sink hole
in the riddle of the kitchen
that appeared overnight
like a hogshead on the doormat
from a little village weasel
jealous of my quill
yet the earth is still an egg
& the morning breeze is blearing
there’s a snare within this air
& a sound around the bushes
yes, there’s a rhythm in the styx
of these bean greenswards
so the music muddles through
with a wonky song for you
…
~
the banksy job ( boj ysknab eht )
…
masked like a gimp
with a bass-blurred voice
like the andy mcnab
of spray paint
~
bristol’s little boy
milks the sop of soy
the sum of several men
nice one, tarquins
~
rar-rar art
rinse that stencil work
pisspot psy-op
pound signs fly around
~
dollars & shekels
sherbert & shandy
in a big, fat villa
on the costa del crim
~
his brand name’s
coined by the tabloids
scamping all the normies
& oh, so woke
~
loved by the bad
feared by the good
fuck this double speak
modern robin hood
…
~
ante scriptum ( mutpircs etna )
…
rise before the lark
wander in the darkness
when the snarks & goblins
dance upon the leas
see the mooning moon
marvel at those arse cheeks
beam beneath the stars
or a sleeping shroud of cloud
climb a pillock’s hillock
smoke a banana skin bifter
sing within the bonce
hymns from nature’s notebooks
salad shit & shopping lists
whatever floats your boatswain
laughing if it rains
plod a sodden path
home before the normalzzz
rise & shite again
neck five pints of coffee
light a milky tealight
double drop two aspirin
with a spoonful of junior calpol
scratch a rabid thought-form
grab a pen – & then
…
~
re reverb ( brever er )
…
i, the one man tribe
with me gammy eyelet
~
spy a testing tide
turning like a coat
~
stitches come undone
salvia is smoking
~
snitches see the lightning
pillars topple up
~
bolting blue is screwed
salted earth is firmer
~
terror is a tool
like an april fool
~
laughing as we glow
face the day’s vanilla
~
bee the three in we
hiding with myself
~
bumble of a morn
when the hedgerow’s calling
~
then the other sun
spins in my direction
~
flotsam floats away
as the jetsam scatters
~
songs beyond the swan
aches & pains – begone
…
resarf poetry 