bloody venus …


bloody venus … (  … sunev ydoolb  )

candle flames of cinnabar

capers in a cable car

bird a bursting reservoir

suck the lemon's seminar

comatose the commissar

clutch a phantom handlebar

piffle piddle, scribble blah

scrawling with the morning star



caterwauls & canticles


caterwauls & canticles  (  selcitnac & sluawretac  )

animals & minerals

swing the axe of intervals

swans upon an oracle

sybils of the syllables

water clocks & chronicles

box the hares of follicles

kippers in a mackerel sky

spy the eyes of monocles

swivel chairs & musicals

podded peas & cubicles

prosody in cotton socks

christenings in funerals

vesta, vests & vegetables

scatter graphs & tentacles

camping on a mutant moon

kiss the mist of spectacles

rubber ducks & bicycles

penning then of tricycles

springing with the winter wren

thawing with the icicles

caterwauls & canticles

faster flap the madrigals

cousins of the cul-de-sac

singing on sabbaticals



an assortment of bobs


an assortment of bobs  (  sbob fo tnemtrossa na  )

rubber ducks on duck ponds

quacking at the swans

apples in a pale

on a misted eve in autumn

driftwood on the ocean

seeking distant beaches

bodies by the towpath

corpses in canals

heads & necks in drum-spun

bits & beats of rhythm

sprites up in the night's bright

dodging satellites

flocks of nodding wagtails

prancing with the pigeons

& a loon beneath the moonbeams

- probably, your uncle



the truth about spiders


the truth about spiders  (  sredips tuoba hturt eht  )

spiders are an arachnid

like the scorpion

spiders crawl with eight legs

& six phantom limbs

spiders are silent

but speak all the tongues

spiders live on marzipan

pickled eggs & coleslaw

spiders sleep in garden sheds

      or underneath your futon      

spiders dance the cancan

& play the ukulele

spiders cry at christenings

but laugh at funerals - too

spiders write erotic haiku

on the backs of first class stamps

spiders run the b.b.c

the w.i & the caravan club

spiders rise in sunshine

but melt in the rain

spiders on the brain again

spiders, spiders, spiders

spiders, spiders, spiders




i’m the beans


i’m the beans  (  snaeb eht m’i  )

i'm the beans & pumpkin seeds

ghosts of oats

& broccoli florets

i'm the prunes

the stuff of glue

nuts & dates

& dundee cake

i'm the fibre

top bog dog

khan of the khazis

& you are my log flume

king of the sphincters

the caesar of squeeze

wipe, flush

& wash y' hands


beyond the peas


beyond the peas  (  saep eht dnoyeb  )

beneath the glum of fiddle dum

the portents scrawl to kingdom scum

the sun's the star

of trar-luh-lar

as orchards hang & bang's a drum

within the squirms of earthen toss

the tripe of the likes, the writes of doss

the broken bones

the drones of clones

a drip of piss, a pint of dross

upon the song of flaccid rain

& squiggles of the lizard brain

the surface soil

as saucepans boil

a dream unseen - it's beige again

a yawn is born, the squall of squibs

a trickling of tickled ribs

a stickleback

a sack o' cack

the pilfering of pilchard nibs

beyond the peas of tees & hees

& limericks of chortled cheese

the normalz sorts

guffaws & snorts

for weasels with lobotomies

i ode to glow & lick the moon

& dance the ants of pantaloon

a pad, a pen

a scrap & then

the nadgers of a splattered loon