( or more precisely )

~

( or more precisely ) ( ylesicerp erom ro )

…

after the cows
come down from the clouds

hanging heady heads
& gurning like a gibbon

chewing on a wasp
– when gingerbread men

outwit foxes
as neil ferguson

wins the euro millions
with the numbers he predicted

so before midday
on the forty fourth of august

or a wonky evening
come the sixty ninth of june

with a meal for two
from a pea & a rice grain

under purple suns
on a nun’s front garden

until narnia
invades ruritania

…

preamble

~

preamble ( elbmaerp )

…

once upon a this
sits a twat in candlelight
tosser be thy name

yes, the thy is me
we’s the river flowing so
dance another flame

as the normalzzz snore
’til the dandelions roar
stirring like a cock

cockerel – not a nob
but the cheese of poetry
as an unwashed sock

often whiffs a scent
washing pegs on nostril’s time
as a spanner scrawls

versing in reverse
i’m a spider – yet a fly
all is rubber walls

walk beyond the song
of a sinking cygnet swan
in a glugging tub

grow a glowing pear
where the air is chasing hares
nature is the rub

…

cereal liar

~

cereal liar ( rail laerec )

…

wheat’s the deepest sea on earth

millet is an anagram of anorak pocket

rye is illegal in lichtenstein

rice is legless lice

spelt is spelt incorrect

sometimes the dictionary fibs

barley is the darkest of horses

her elbows smell – of custard creams

corn’s a sort of centipede

or a neolithic hologram

bran’s y’ nan on nandrolone

clattering pans

in the pantry

( oats know nuthin’ )

…

things to do in march

~

things to do in march ( hcram ni od ot sgniht )

…

roar like a lion
when it’s white rabbit time

nestle on a creme egg
’til it melts – or hatches

send an easter card
to your favourite martian penfriend

play noughts & crosses
on a hot cross bun

wander as a cloud
alone but never lonely

down in the dingle
braving the floodplains

sniff daffodils
until the schnozzle blows

march under mars
in 5/4 time

read middlemarch
eating a mars bar

ignore the war cry’s
of flag waving ghouls

don’t cut the hedge
or they’ll come for your children

baa like a lamb
come the gleaming eve of fools

…

stuff rhyme

~

stuff rhyme ( emyhr ffuts )

…

the golden of y’olden
a hole in a view
a vole in a bucket
a shrew in y’ shoe

the mirroring river
a riddling mist
a stirring of serpents
a snake of a fist

the shake of the branches
the shape of the morn’
a creaking of evening
a croaking of spawn

with pencils ‘n’ lentils
the flow of the ebb
a parsnip, a starship
a tangle of web

a biscuit, a basket
the up in away
the ghost of october
the maidens of may

the wind in the woodland
a plucking of strings
a stapler, a caper
& other such things

…

hey, kurzweil

~

hey, kurzweil ( liewzruk ,yeh )

…

~

robots will never

smell the petrichor

wafting up nostrils

from orgaicoil soil

~

stirring a song

for the hinterland’s band

– no, not the robots

the metal or flesh

~

too busy writing

poems online

& shining illusory shoes

~

walking the dog

on the crust of the moon

~

waving the flag

of the latest bot-fad

~

robots will never

catch athlete’s foot

from a paraplegic

fatso

~

badgering on

with a blister so persistent

she even switches heels

…