s o l s t i c e

~

s o l s t i c e ( e c i t s l o s )

…

s outhern or northernmost

   sun on a seesaw

o nce the up is down

   or the down is up

l ower than an earthworm

  lofty like a goshawk

s pot the burning ball

   scramble up a hillock

t ry & lick its chin

   tickle both its elbows

i n a heavy coat

   in a light t-shirt

c amera in hand

   catch the sinking rise

e quinox in three months

   eggs in a circle

…

the stuff of sunday afternoon

~

the stuff of sunday afternoon ( noonretfa yadnus fo ffuts eht )

…

sweep the backyard
humming kumbaya

with a wooden brush
or a broom shaped branch

in the potting shed
tinker with your death ray

suck a murray mint
eat a sweet satsuma

hide from curtain twitchers
twisted like their knickers

win another stare-off
with a gawpy garden gnome

pause for a coffee
a sneezy & a burp

read the paper’s headlines
chuckle at the doom porn

laughing as the normalzzz
bask in mask psychosis

them of s & m’s whip
true ghoul fodder

draw a snoring stickman
scribble in a notepad

plod beside the river
under scrumpled sheets of mizzle

…

actual pan sexual

~

actual pan sexual ( lauxes nap lautca )

…

he of hoofs ‘n’ horns

pan, the green man goosing nymphs

rutting in the woods

…

( author notes )

dear attention seeking brats / rainbow gestapo

this is not shit-posting

just some harmless wordplay

so calm down

…

we made the moon

~

we made the moon ( noom eht edam ew )

…

we lit the sun
with matches & straw
on whitsun
eighteen eighty four

my, what a sight
flaming ball of light
a lantern
after shafts of night

we peed the seas
mixing pop with tea
& coffee
– a cacophony

’til oceans flowed
where land disappeared
sages swear
stroking floating beards

we made the moon
with cheeses & glue
in april
nineteen ninety two

probably the first
before midday
that was all us
– or so we like to say

…

couplets runneth over

~

couplets runneth over ( revo htennur stelpuoc )

…

scribble piffle pen
peck a rubber hen

pick a pepper pot
hare the ware’s of what

where the air is green
bouncing like a bean

sound in endless daze
chasing laser rays

buzzing in the night
bee the speed of light

badger up a hill
with a feathered quill

bother all the crows
fill the blanks of prose

prance a wanker dance
hornets in y’ pants

pantomime away
in the pissing grey

’til the circuit’s juiced
as the normalzzz boost

knickers in a spin?
– lick minerva’s chin

scribble piffle pen
peck a rubber hen

…