the flying fish hypothesis

…

are some u.f.o’s
shoals of flying fish?

glistening in the sun
shimmers beneath the moon

fish scales are shiny
like an egghead’s head

so we might see twinkles
like a little star

sparkles up above
another fine puzzle?

maybe it’s just starlings
& the rest is done with mirrors

cheeky murmurations
hoodwinking us all?

or a thieving flock
of magpies with foil

catching the light?
we might spy a glimpse

of a mundane monday
plodding on – on earth

’til we see the brightness
mystery ahoy –

cripes, did you see that?
what the eff was that?

ess an effing brick
effing hell with bells on

flamin’ ruddy nora
jeepers flippin’ christ

call the r.a.f
& the local paper

all the lamestream slags
the invasion has begun

would be the response
back once more

fooled again by tricksters
from the animal kingdom

( ? )

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silly sausage sunrise

…

sing a song of cobwebs

odd is a sod

      silly sausage sunrise

      sixty seven starlings

tea lights dancing

while the pen is puzzled

      like the p in ptarmigan

      silent like an anus

in the depths of space

still the gas gasps

      parping on mute

      muddles of a morn’s

moonbeam aftermath

how now, missus cow?

      too soon for beans

      or potato waffles

intermissions winter

still quills spring

      all is an autumn

      summer dyed her ginger pubes

do you do agadoo

every other tuesday?

      is there an echo?

      cripes, i bloody hope so

…

september then

…

september then

      a christening of cobwebs

a backendish scratch

      a squirrel’s smorgasbord

hazelnuts & acorns

      horde before the storms

strike like the trains

      & autumn takes the reigns

with a glass refrain

      seven green bottles

iridescent socks

      treecreepers sneaking

wander on & see

      what percy shaw saw

the purring dreams

      of shrödinger’s catnap

october’s onions

      pickle in a jar

the sun is still a star

      further than before though

soon is never yet

      ratatouille sunsets

redden like a rose hip

      so we glow home

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september sketch

…

haunting the orchard, don’t disappear

left heel blister, here with the living

newton’s eureka, rose hypnosis

citro stratus, cumulus canvas

strophic strokes, grey squirrel gathering

cobweb letterheads, pink lady crunch time

brushes ‘n’ rushes, breezes ‘n’ sneezes

russet rumble, jumble sale sky

time is traffic lights, geese skeins fly

vee-sign language, granny smith missive

thought-forms float, almost a duffel coat

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bumblebees ‘n’ bailing twine

…

scatter graphs ‘n’ happenstance
havoc as the badgers dance

cattle prods ‘n’ cotton socks
morris men in floral frocks

mental notes ‘n’ floating ghosts
as the rubber chicken roasts

morning calls ‘n’ even falls
when the then is tennis balls

rackets whack ‘n’ spinsters spin
in the endings of begin

paper planes ‘n’ avenues
loosened shrews ‘n’ screws in shoes

bumblebees ‘n’ bailing twine
once upon a swan of mine

sods below ‘n’ odd above
wronging songs for you – my love

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( author notes )

for future reference

this poem was written during

the great unsafe concrete scare

of 2023

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my spurting life

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pentacles & on

uninserting swords

      lettuce letterheads

      lattice crisscrosses

mightier is now

udderly a cow

      see the season’s shapes

      shifting like a shuck

should’s in coulda’s wood

shitting with the pope

      where the bears undance

      wicked whims of men

sleep is silken threads

rubber chickens cluck

      chaffinches chatter

      luck be a layby

so a bungalow

hi-fi hermitage

      foxtrot firmament

      ox-eyed daisy chains

she’s a secret door

pecking pukka ups

      i’m an either or

      closet knight of cups

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