england in the nineties

~

england in the nineties ( seitenin eht ni dnalgne )

…

brian conley
was bradley walsh

bradley walsh
was brian conley

but no one noticed
even their mums

bernard matthews
banged the drums

boodiful
this mist of then

milkman whistled
brit pop songs

high on e
& sunny d

toblerones
were the size of the matterhorn

goblins roamed
the fields at night

after blair
the haunted air

saville was just
another showbiz oddball

the nation stopped for bay watch
& ready, steady cook

pelican crossings
on every other street

’til diana spencer
was epsteined

the chuckle brothers
were comedy gods

with their incredible
shell suits

…

quizzical intermission

~

quizzical intermission ( noissimretni lacizziuq )

…


coloured magenta – never a trick
sink on a feather, float on a brick

dancing distractions, world in a brain
purplish patches – drier in rain

redder if greener, higher than low
brighter in evening, whiter than crow

weirder than normalzzz, clearer in goo
sand in the sandals, go in the shoe

young in the future, old in the past
cold in the summer – slower if fast

freezing a fire, sawing a jig
pallid in colour, smaller in big

punching the pinches, sun underground
endlessly echoes – bouncing around

warmer in winter, land upon sky
i am a poem – see y’ – goodbye

…

this thing called spring

~

this thing called spring ( gnirps dellac gniht siht )

…

dawn of the fawn

a turn for the vernal

after stagnation

pan’s regeneration

leaf relief

falcon feathered freyja

slays snowmen

stirring sleeping serpents

crocus pocus time

summer’s budding prequel

autumn’s twin cousin

born in reverse

christs on their bicycles

where the air is hare

winter’s avalon

unsprung before

& sprang when it’s gone

…

dogfish

~

dogfish ( hsifgod )

…

pooch of salted blue

walkies underwater with

a shark with a bark

…

( author notes )

technically the dogfish

is a member of the shark family

or so they say

hence the last line

( thanks as ever for reading )

…

peter panspermia

~

peter panspermia ( aimrepsnap retep )

…

foghorning forms

in the mizzle’s mist

      twisting like a plot

      on a morning plod

scrawl was never lost

potter in the frost

      quizzical in crisp

      antlers on a postcard

particles of light

parsonages, parsnips

      sixteen down

      a soldier in a gown

bluebells too

musical, this interlude

      dot them dots

      sings a fat bastard robin

moons on the rise like

flats or balloons

      spies the eye in me

      on this cosmic egg

space is shaping we

time is tea & crumpets

      buttercups blow like

      little yellow trumpets

…