…
the occasional tables
were mostly chairs that day
the sun dried tomatoes
were eaten overnight
the winter wren sang
of a southern hemisphere
the peanut butter warned us
‘may contain nuts’
mister holmes was constipated
all the green bananas
breathed with their gills
& feathered quills flew
with the dusters in a circle
over puzzled heads
when the scarecrows frightened
themselves in the mirror
…
…
backwards barks again
a backdoor key
cartoon rudiments
cloven hoofed clover
a zoomorphic moon
with rain in between
an ache in my right leg
a lake in your left eye
the day became frogs
human cattle banging pots
remember the moos
& the chalkboards thank yous
& irk the normalz off
of a formless morning
on is reverse
we the scattered ash
& quercus quilled ink
still the unbecome
melted into fundaments
rearranged yesterday
grew a green tomorrow
ate baked magic
beans on toast for tea
with grated cheese on top
…
…
i’m strangely drawn in
like a cartoon you – but some
may say – that’s art, maaan
…
…
sat ‘ere unlike
a satyr – stroke –
some woodland god
one from the wilds
beyond us scrotes
…
…
martian men invade earth
come the week ahead?
so tomorrow’s crumpets?
yesterday’s brown bread?
saladin & mothman
in your garden shed?
guinivere & danu
underneath my bed?
as the sun is singing
songs around the moon
bats above us gliding
of an afternoon
four & twenty mute swans
talking to the dead?
& a cat with eyebrows?
possibly, she said
…
…
perhaps with a scratch
on a scrambled egghead
in a phantom passage
bricked like the it
when we see our own ghost
yet the tawny owl hoots
while the what’s unaware
like a climate changeling
with bright blue hair
in green jackboots
so the song is a swan
& this desk is his nest
…
…
no, washing up liquid
or floor cleaner
nor a certain meringue pie
is not the yellow reason why
this kitchen smells of lemons
…
…
stranger than before
strontium & cobwebs
begin without a further
ado or agadoo
unstraighten your sigh
anorak – not jacket
sitting room only
the oddballs will keep rolling
i hope you’re waterproof
& brought more silver bullets
cloudy lemonade
the egg whisk of destiny
& seven pounds in change
as infrequent frequencies
these freak occurrences
will become a thingy
sing, if it helps
scatter cushions fell then
weirder than the ears
of the balladeer’s missus
mistily, her hips
her luminescent lips
tomorrow never nosedive
swans kick it off
…
…
alternative uses for a parsnip
how to tie a shoelace in a gale
the top ten city breaks on mars
eight great walks on jupiter
my custard cream hell
why we need to reinvent the thimble
five more poets – to ignore this autumn
…
…
in between the drops
& the drips from the tap
in the bathroom’s sink
holes for all your pigeons
a smidgeon of ink
a wink & a nod
off before the whistle
yet we never saw
those thunderclouds coming
up from the ground
a mystery is blooming
chuntering left
to this very laptop
& other such devices
download complete
& then repeat
looping those cassettes
retracing echoes
of the future’s spanners
picking up steam’s litter
grabbing at the fog
horns on his head
tread with feathered feet
we, the incomplete
& utter gubbins
fall like an autumn
chorally crow
…
resarf poetry 