cobweb watchers


cobweb watchers  (  srehctaw bewboc  )

cobweb watchers

watching the cobwebs

wraiths of the gateposts

ghosts on the ceiling

clouds for the cloudless

bespoke & woven

hang in the attic

facing a maze

spying a spider

feast on a greenfly

fruits of arachne

dance in the drafting

cobweb watchers

watching the cobwebs

tangle & strangle

- who watches us

( ? )

fuck knows



pen then pen


pen then pen  (  nep neht nep  )

pen then pen

pepper crusted pencil necks

cut throat cuttlefish

slo-mo interlude

glue gun dog

sunken onion scatterings

bigwig little owl

mud brown trouser press

bright white light

lemon scented lententide

long, black cul-de-sac

catnap caravan

gleam green stream

seven sister planetoids

android adenoids

alabaster anorak



f e b


f e b  (  b e f  )

fading embers blacken

frozen elm blossom

fucking ether bonnets

floating earwig balladeers

feathered elfin bungalows

faraway's early birds

fried enzyme breadcrumbs

foxes eating breakfast

farting endamame beans

forgetful elephants blunder

fourteen ermine bursaries

fifteen eels bongo

frisking eastern breezes

filling egg baskets

flagellating easter's bollocks

for every badger


revolution 432


revolution 432  (  234 noitulover  )

seasons gleamings

feathered friends



cotton cloud


sputters utter

spiders spin


pickled cabbage



spins the middle

of the month's


crunching numbers

thunder drums


so, a poem

rivers twist


summer salad

ballads suck


seven sisters

cygnus sings


silver bullets

scatter graphs

long johns

startled starlings

starting go's


pocus hocus

broken toe




( author notes )

i stole the title of this poem from a book

revolution 432 is the name of a chapter

in the cygnus key by andrew collins

a fascinating read

which didn't really inspire this little scribble

beyond me nicking the title

but credit where credit's due

as all forms of plagiarism are utterly deplorable



porridge poem


porridge poem  (  meop egdirrop  )

grain of the quakers, the crofters & me

tossers ( of cabers ) - the caledonii

winter is whipping a storm on the sea

sweeten with sugar, a splodge of honey

milk of the almond, the thistle or goat

warming december - the meal of the oat

bowls for the golden, a grizzly or three

breakfast for supper & porridge for tea



the last buttercup


the last buttercup  (  pucrettub tsal eht  )

the last buttercup

slipped through the fingers

of autumn in spore

& into the winter

a swish in a swell

a ghost of the yellow

alone in the snow

the fruits of an echo

a shard of a star

so here - on the clearing

a gathering mass

of school trips & pilgrims

the last buttercup

slipped through the fingers

& lived for six hundred

trillion years

( ? )