( **** it )

~

( **** it )  (  m y  a f t e r n o o n  )

…





when it pours

then it pours

so you're drenched

then you're drenched


when your bones

they are soaked

when the earth's

thirst is quenched


but there's more

& still more

with no end

in sight yet


be that back

of that duck

when you're wet

then you're wet

...

poetry’s a dick’ead diary

~

poetry’s a dick’ead diary  (  a  p o e m  )

…





poetry's a sad nymph weeping

poetry's a spring lamb leaping

poems are a bunch of words

that we shat out just like turds


poetry's a burnt flag blazing

poetry's half-part amazing

poems are a form of glue

solvent free ( killjoys, boo hoo )


poetry's a sort of anchor

poetry's a fuckin' wanker

poems are a startled herd

poems are a flock of birds


poetry's a dragon - fiery

poetry's a dick'ead diary

poems know a trick or two

yet they're tits

yes, this is true

...

rush-job

~

rush-job  (  a  p o e m  )

…





each second counts

time now is squashed

great waves are tossed

against the cosh


not long have i

i'm in a rush

calm's far from here

distant its hush


& yet you there

you gently waft

with breezy ease

you swish then swash


sips of nectar

from supping cups

i'm in a rush

- don't hold me up -

...

a grey may day

~

a grey may day  (  a  t r u e  s t o r y  )

…





a grey may day

spring mist & murk

then showers fall

on april's lies


all's there somewhere

my pen still works

we need this now

the ground's too dry


so come on rain

& soak your worst

england expects

as too do i


torrents pour forth

mighty clouds burst

a grey may day

( gifts in disguise )

...