…
saved by the laces
on your jammy, new blue shoes
weaved between eyelets
…
( author notes )
pssst –
this here loophole haiku
was originally written under the alias
” lou pole “
…
( ? )
february salad
…
hi-vis valentine
v-sign language
seven redshanks
& a tin of salmon chunks
nunchuck nuts
dusters, ducks ‘n’ dusk
jack horner’s tusks
candlemas formation
psychosis sausages
face nappy changelings
four blue tits
tulip glossary
calling avocado
catkin erato
mizzle missus worthington
hairy pussy willow
…
f r a g m e n t
…
f uck the tumble dryer
r eservations only – so
a ntlers on a postcard
g row your own turnips
m ark as unread
e aster is a beacon
n o, i’m not a troll
t ake the long road home
…
( not wolves this time )
…
poetry came
& shat on the mattress
spat on my cacti
& fused my toaster
poetry came
& smoked all my tea bags
sucked my dictionary
& drank my inkwell
poetry came
so all my friends vanished
even the real ones
– i never made from plasticine
poetry came
through an open casement window
from the direction
of the local sewage works
poetry came
on a grey bank holiday
& nicked all my cravats
– the cheeky, thieving twat
poetry came
& danced on my desk
pissed in my kettle
& left me with this mess
…
non-entity nonet
…
exits from the corner of your eyes
left in a blink’s brisk bubble-pop
waving some flag or other
banging some pot but not
where the faeries fly
or really there
at all in
the first
place
…
humans are disgusting
…
humans are disgusting
they’ve only got one head
& testicles – but no tentacles
so they can’t be that good in bed
their blood is red
instead of green
they have no anus inbetween
their nostrils unlike
me & you
plus all their pooh is brown
not blue
those humans, eww
i shudder when
i think of little biped them
they cannot spread
beyond their sphere
we’ll wipe them out
their end is near
…
sweet foxtrot alpha
…
since the clear vision year
sweet foxtrot alpha
has bean the samian
wearing odd socks
once faith foghorned
before the nappy faces
from my apple pips
to my fellow mango
but then saucer
with my plasma eyes
that moist folk
were frightened androids
shooting up ghosts
sputum software
& the twaddle is a twat
in a fucking wanker hat
…
spotted at the bird table
…
two fat robins
gorging on me fat balls
a dunnet – not a sparrow
a jackdaw – not a crow
a lady blackbird
( so brown instead )
an old red squirrel
( since gone grey )
an origami crane
that blew in on some breeze
a harvest mouse
from the field beyond the hedge
seventeen snarks
& the scarlet pimpernel
mothman once
& the spanish inquisition
green parakeets
( spreading from the south-east )
& your missus
munching on me nuts
…
technically speaking
…
it’s a sort of story
but it’s not a story
– it’s a poem
it’s a branch of song
but it’s not a song
– it’s a poem
it’s a type of list
but it’s not a list
– it’s a poem
it’s a class of diary
but it’s not a diary
– it’s a poem
it’s a kinda magic ( magic, magic )
but it’s not magic
– it’s a poem ( soz freddie )
it’s a form of poem
but it’s not a poem
– it’s a poem
( goddit… ? )
…
winter flower watch
…
roses aren’t red yet
the snowdrops are white
– it’s crocuses next then
( we should be alright )
…
resarf poetry 