…
pentecostal parakeet
paradiddle badger feet
peter piper’s cable car
ribbons swishing on a star
lion’s mouths – a roaring lawn
come the shaven crack of dawn
out among the adder’s stead
missus worthington is dead
intermittent damselflies
occidental alibis
operation table cloth
misted maidens, mizzle’s broth
button fingered buttresses
butter chins on duchesses
once upon a pickled pen
then demented morris men
…
…
missus speckled egg
with us ‘pon her cracking ground
sped around that sun
…
…
the gods empty their bladder
& then it’s jacob’s ladder
puddles from above
then a crafty foxglove
hawthorn hops
dripping on in drops
hollyhocks again
after all that fucking rain
cats all mornings
dogs all afternoons
clouds pee it down
then the sweet pea blooms
…
…
nothing is
the tartan paint
on your chocolate aga
nothing is the only
friend of billy-no-mates
& my favourite subject
nothing is available
in pairs of one
or magenta
nothing is the sound
of brian blessed shouting
in the depths of space
as space is a vacuum
like a giant dyson
or a massive hoover
nothing is an egg
– the fool before the fall
or a poltergeist’s new shoes
nothing is the sway
of this ancient woodland
on this stagnant day
nothing is the total sum
of sweet fanny adams
plus fuck all
…
…
this is the eleven eleven
train for conclusion central
calling at spark it off park
ponder & wander on west
thinking caps north
detour street
umming and aahing east
furrowed brow cross
somehow south
what the fuck junction
chin stroke metro
light bulb moment road
& arriving in conclusion central
too bloody late again
– strikes permitting
…
…
fucking blossom blooms
bastard showers piss it down
lamb shit on new shoes
…
…
& the lord said
let there be limeade
& yesterday died
when midnight sighed
& the traffic lights
turned sky blue
& a furrow was ploughed
on your fertile brow
& the romans scratched
their big noses
& the london eye blinked
in the wink of an i
& the morning wore
a green shellsuit
& the afternoon clashed
with its crimson skin
& the moral
is tossed in translation
& the rub
is a cat on a beanpole
& forever is
a spare pair of oxford shoes
& the internet
is not your long lost cousin
…
…
p rocatination is a timely thief
r olling stones squash hedgehogs
o ne man’s meat is another man’s carrot
v anilla is the spice of custard
e very cloud has a shit load of rain
r ules were meant to arouse civil servants
b eauty is in the hands of the bee holder
s eek & ye shall firefly
…
…
do you leave your front door open
with a breeze block – as a doorstop
open w i d e
like pacman at the dentist
( so the breeze can usher in … )
leaves & masks & plastic bags
detritus
from this system’s collapse
wanders come, the world is closer
sinking slowly, rats & goblins
piss upon your – d.f.s sofa
yoofs will nick your purple hair dye
rabid gangs
of chartered surveyors
& bards on the run – will trash your gaff
smash your mirrors
& eat your secret stash
of caramel freddos
& tunnok’s teacakes
while you’re marching
in a rainbow gimp suit
with green jackboots
begging uncle government
for open bloody borders
( ? )
…
…
if music be
the fool of love
then add fool to the fire
be fool of beans
fool of good intentions
it’s your fool time job
put fool on the table
drink the fool aid
fooling in the gaps
turning fool circle
with big shoes to fool
at the bottom of
the fool chain
…
resarf poetry 