songs of the moment so far

george & the soros’s – suffer litter insects

november’s ghost – batten up them rafters

stone cold david austin – arrive, sniff roses, leave

back before october – even evensong

december’s embers – relight my firewall

black currant queen – seven seas of ribena

the be at les – lo vemed o

phillip & the schofields – super-injunction blues

s-club shit sandwich – taste the spillage

d.j tinitus – peaks around noon now…

dodgy culvert – chicken shite river

simply red herrings – old oak amber gems

matt & the hancocks – midazolam massacre

& poem

& cotton buds

& woollen hats

& farriers

& flapping bats

& calendars

& cavalcades

& colanders

& orangeade

& waitresses

& winter gloves

& turpentine

& turtle doves

& terraces

& terrapins

& topiary

& dorsal fins

& snorkelers

& summer nights

& samurai

& stalactites

& traffic lights

& roundabouts

& butter balls

& brussel sprouts

& falconry

& lemon trees

& liquorice

& memories

& marmosets

& marching bands

& pickled eggs

& ampersands

right balance the get

even in the even’

after afternoon

      sooner than you shrink

      thinking of atoms

splitting like pyjamas

sleeping in banana skins

      ants in the pants

      of the breath we catch

twenty two starlings

murmurations, baby

      sweetcorn & carrots

      dangle like icicles

tricycles, bicycles

spin the unspoken

      nodes in a notebook

      the train is like a brain

streams between spanners

& bolts from the stable

      courses for horses

      & waves on the see

where the air turned

is back before back

      scratch another itch then

      with a phoenix feather

v.d poem

vampiric dentists

volcanic discrepancies

vagabond doges

velvety doctors

victorious dinosaurs

voracious diners

vibraphones droning

vainglorious daffodils

virtual donuts

vultures diagnose

violinists dribbling

vegetable drawbacks

vignettes disappear

vivacious dopplegängers

various dodos

villagers dwindle

vicars discombobulate

vol-au-vent dick’eads

upon a sodden morning plod

another daze on muddle earth
around the sound of browning turf
another death, another birth
a beetle’s back, a heaving clod

the eventide, the onion’s skin
a ghost within a stroking chin
the see y’ then in let’s begin
the splash is back, the path is trod

a green retreat, the gist of so
a smoker stubs his little toe
the roar is but the river’s flow
& strucken like a lightning rod

the day’s awash – a roaming sea
a badger in a bladder’s scree
is wazzing on the ash’s tree
& sinking with a winking nod

the breezes wheeze the cheese’s chalk
& ponder as the corvids squawk
the bend is yet another fork
an odyssey in socks of odd

a scattering of chatter’s brain
a bucket load o’ soaking rain
& fuck it’s pissing on again
upon a sodden morning plod

puddles

episodic ponds
shrinking beneath the sun’s beams
as above’s below

a fish for a gnome
a lake for water boatman
a sea for a flea

why the umbra turned
a darker shade of gloomy
over bill’s mothers

the shape of what was
the then of when the sky wept
the spillage is this

piddle of the gods
offspring of the isobars
liquid cats & dogs

the aftershaft’s splash
silver under blooming blue
splosh in green wellies