~
herring spotting ( gnittops gnirreh )
…
smoked if whacked with lead
red if down a cul-de-sac
boned if in the clouds
…
~
herring spotting ( gnittops gnirreh )
…
smoked if whacked with lead
red if down a cul-de-sac
boned if in the clouds
…
~
things you can catch ( hctac nac ouy sgniht )
…
fruit cake brain slime
the raisin in the rhyme
y’olden, golden sunshine
& blue moon beams
silver fish the size
of a big, fat kraken
aids from a penfriend
– hope’s in those letters
snails, if you hurry
debris from space
feathers from a distant
exploding pillow factory
cannonballs from castle walls
the clap from a nun
a number of busses
& the gist of this list
…
~
as the ‘rona drones ( senord anor’ eht sa )
…
~
over clover’s leas
plods a yokel cabbage
~
songs within his deep green
anorak pockets
~
under onion skies
pickled like the piffle
~
of the brainstream snooze
& the beige of the age
~
birdsong glistens still
in the pantaloons of winter
~
welkins bloom to blue
lilac alder catkins
~
kingfisher swishes
by the blanks of the gibber
~
colours sound around
shite night musing’s
~
cows beyond the town
cattle beyond cattle
~
sheep upon these hills
watch the village witter
~
as the ‘rona drones
so the muzzled skip
~
dancing with the ants
in this phantom pantomime
…
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in the can ( & out the other ) ( ( rehto eht tuo & ) nac eht ni )
…
~
in the can be mushy peas
prunes with stones
& gloopy custard
~
squirming worms & earthen holes
morning skies
like golden syrup
~
water for the garden gnomes
cannon balls
as cavalry canter
~
in the can be canticles
cantaloupes
& candlemas eve
~
can’s a tin & tin’s a drum
hark, the music
– can you see?
~
in the can be other cans
kicking cans
& dancing the cancan
…
~
king of the conkers ( sreknoc eht fo gnik )
…
~
king of the conkers
smothered in gorilla glue
asphalt & diamonds
~
chief of the nag’s chest
hanging with the wrecking balls
checkmate & curtains
~
autumn’s destroyer
on the roids & hench as fook
coz you’re fookin’ ‘ard
~
god of the schoolyard
ruler of this universe
you too shall shatter
~
time is like paris
arrows in his pipeline – so
swing & ‘ave a go
~
i’m a light bringer
i’m the ever-blazing sun
with nuts set to stun
…
~
things to give the widest of berths ( shtreb fo tsediw eht evig ot sgniht )
…
soap opera weddings
– weddings in general
cornichons & gherkins
letters from the council
torrential cloudbursts
the cult of celebrity
broken bones
anything by coldplay
the b.b.c
the song of the sirens
manna from the skies
the brainstream media
the mask-brigade on twatter
lovebombing bots
never ending surveys
the great reset
anthrax, the black death
allen ginsberg fan’s
– lock up your young sons
cracks on the pavement
unlucky heather
heroin & benylin
my doppelgänger
& matt hancock’s prick
…
~
soft rock ballad ( dallab kcor tfos )
…
in the bits beyond the leas
so the mincing minstrels moan
spins a tale of wailing hymns
& a land of sanded stone
of the shale within the fro
oh, the shifting skins of turf
& a rumble underneath
from the stomach of the earth
as the cabbage salad splats
as the lunar minded squawk
& a spider frees the flies
chimes a chaffinch, talkin’ chalk
in the innards of upon
as a loaf of hillocks roll
once a forest – since a ghost
& the afterlife is coal
under crumble-jumbled skies
in a broken wonky key
aye, the strumming poets ponce
& the song’s ge-ol-o-gy
in the bits beyond the leas
so the mincing minstrels moan
spins a tale of wailing hymns
& a land of sanded stone
…
~
in between poems ( smeop neewteb ni )
…
november yodelled
october’s prose
pencils & penfriends
this is not weather map
west winds wept
like a funerary onion
two jackdaws
& the backdoor jammed
marmalade stains
on a blank sheet of paper
parsnip soup
in the corners of your eyes
light bulbs pop
like a weasel in a songbook
chamomile tea
& a spoonful of shudder
clear between the ears
so the mist tiptoed
like a long lost cousin
from a sister universe
…
~
i spider ( redips i )
…
scrambled, tangled webs
scree beneath the letterheads
– handwritten inklings
…
~
g-seventeen-v ( v-neetneves-g )
…
7-p-m-n
turnips
ten-q2
cagoules
g-seventeen-v
spanners
~
d-three, three, three
– epiphany
( ? )
…
( author notes )
& all the other months
that aren’t november
are probably just november
in disguise
…