in the can ( & out the other )


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


& 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


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


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


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


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

thoughts on hedgehogs


thoughts on hedgehogs ( sgohegdeh no sthguoth )

they wage no scraps or wars

like mutant human-pigs

or weasel-woodland boars

with sworded tusks that kill

they eat no chips or swill

or hog the crusts ‘n’ grubs

they feed on sleepless slugs

on nibbles, bits ‘n’ bugs

they snore all yawning morn

& cattled afternoon

to shine a light & rise

just like the blooming moon

then wander on upon

the leas & garden lawns

or cross a misted road

if testing mister death

they cannot roar a bark

or howl at passing owls

or change the shifting shapes

of spinning space & time

they cannot fucking fly

within the air nor sky

their spikes are quills – ’tis true

but they do

live in hedges



bags ( sgab )

loaded leather satchels

yawning hordes of homework

pencils, pens ‘n’ paper

hate mail from a penfriend

camera in y’rucksack

jollop in y’nutsack

none for the master

& all for the dame

mushy peas ‘n’ custard

plastic handles snapping

sore stigmata palms

supermarket wankers

beans & swinging wristlets

suitors in a suitcase

parcels from the postman

momentary briefcases

bloody muddy wellies

zephyrous & amun

ladies of the night nurse

books, books, books

poop scooped dog shite

spillage from a long life

rubbish for the bin gods

sacks of gold & coalite

under tired eyes

titbits & pieces


titbits & pieces ( seceip & stibtit )

shooting star fishwives

kingfisher swishes

vicars whipping spinsters

gingerbread bin crumbs

do you do voodoo?

a pixie in the garden

skipping over leaves like

cracks on the pavement

seventeen, benzine

butterflies in autumn

once upon a cobweb

when the sun was younger

& the moon was frisky

dancing with the jigsaws

spinning between daydreams

’til the first of snowdrop

fifty six milkmen

pickles on a cheese breeze

bonfire whiffs

embers in november

mayflies in april

butter fingers spreading

catching a feather

– grow your own toenails