~
the voice of raisin ( nisiar fo eciov eht )
…
” hi, i’m a dried grape
workhorse of your christmas cake
the sun in your bun “
…
~
the voice of raisin ( nisiar fo eciov eht )
…
” hi, i’m a dried grape
workhorse of your christmas cake
the sun in your bun “
…
~
exit plandemic ( cimednalp tixe )
…
middle afternoons
drinking flat pop
from a plastic beaker
as the ‘rona fizzles
lo, a bridge aflame
see the normalzzz turn
even snooze readers
& children of the kool aid
but some muzzled cling
drooling for the bell
hardcore zealots
lost in their masada
walk beyond the song
of a winter swan
don’t excuse the mess
of this dress rehearsal
finches summon spring
singing waterloo
as clouds gather
on a hillock’s brow
so the future spools
fodder for the ghouls
wear a beige raincoat
& green jackboots
…
~
alternative names for the moon ( noom eht rof seman evitanretla )
…
cousin of the sun
david niven’s balloon
cheeky, cheesy chops
fodder of space-mice
old crater face
dean martin’s pizza
nephew of the death star
werewolf activator
mistress of up there
renfield amplifier
lover of the lunatics
shaper of the dreamscape
shooter of beams
master of the tides
as the midges bite
warden of the night
…
( author notes )
& i’ve heard word – from a reliable source
that the actor, comedian
& game show host – les dennis
is in fact … a straight man
( gasp )
apparently dennis used to be married
to that amanda holden – & all sorts
& she’s not a les
she’s an amanda instead
( another gasp )
so dennis has been fooling us all
since at least the fucking eighties
( it’s an absolute swizz )
…
~
my nine lives ( sevil enin ym )
…
beneath the speeding wheels
of a mobility scooter
( drag racing with a milk float )
napping in pudding lane
as the flames crept in
an eagle dropped aeschylus
on my moggy head
dozing on atlantis
as the waters rose
bitten by vampire bats
eaten by giant rats
catching the cream
that was best before
last august
stuck up a larch tree
for half a century
with my heart broken
by a two-timing persian
…
~
@ poem ( meop @ )
…
@ north pole
@ bolthole
@ twatter handle
@ random sample
@ website
@ red light
@ username
@ el alamein
@ pluto
@ the keiper belt
@ rangoon
@ the bloody moon
@ asgard
@ noah’s ark
@ m.i.a
@ ran away
@ seven seas
@ n.p.c’s
@ b&m
@ b&q
@ wit’s end
@ xanadu
@ up in the air
– but where the fuck are you
( ? )
…
~
otters ( sretto )
…
turn the otter cheek
batting for the otter team
but otter than that
…
~
smeg whisk ( ksihw gems )
…
is it purple on your turnip farm?
far beneath the honeycomb folk
soaring inner-earth’s greenswards
floating over clover
feather dust the sun
chalk the night white
said the frog
in red
socks
…
~
budding song ( gnos gniddub )
…
daffodils emerge
underneath a silver birch
as the catkins nap
shoots of mutant green
soon is nearer than the moon
winter caught the clap
off a poet’s pen
when the weir is roaring forth
then the river knows
so galanthus snows
crocus croak a speckled ode
‘neath the gleaming crows
oh, the giddy ants
dance within me thermal pants
as the lamb tail’s sway
on the dozing trees
death is but a stepping stone
far-luh-lar-luh-lay
…
~
frosty stuff ( ffuts ytsorf )
…
~
frost souls wandering
frost within this labyrinth
with their finger’s frost
~
frost by the wayside
frost with the dust on the breeze
frost like a caber
~
all is frost over
frost in the sands of time
frost like me marbles
~
frost but found again
frost with flocks of sheep
keys or a frost cat
~
frost where it’s frozen
& jumping like a jack frost
frost upon high seas
~
frost up in the air
& frost a pretty penny
not giving a frost
~
frost & far from home
frosting an arm & a leg
then frosting a bomb
~
making up frost ground
& frosting the great divide
frost in translation
…
~
f l o a t i n g ( g n i t a o l f )
…
f eathers on a breeze
wafting with the season’s sneeze
flowing over i
l ighter than a ghost
higher than a toking pope
milkman in the sky
o nce upon a when
up above a cul-de-sac
heading for the moon
a s the chemists gas
then forever’s bubbles blow
in a bright balloon
t o magiona
or a green & sylphid land
from the bland of men
i t’s a plasma thing
meditate & levitate
bring a pad & pen
n otice so the ants
in the bowels of now’s below
in the shrinking town
g oing with the fro
glowing in a phantom boat
never floating down
…