~
catatonic crow ( worc cinotatac )
…
thunder under rain
staggers in y’ anorak
clatter cabbage brain
wobble on & laugh
cauliflower power trips
tossers block the path
intermittent owl
mutant moons of jupiter
as the brambles growl
squiggles squid the nib
curtain twitchers curdle cream
skirt around the fib
weasel breezes blow
speckle spectred spectrograph
catatonic crow
flutter bumblebee
spread it like a butterfly
mumbles jumble me
…
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fare thee well ( llew eeht eraf )
…
it’s time to ride the diamond turnip
pie above the turtle doves
flying in the ocean’s lotions
scratch another cannonball
swan beyond the otter’s porridge
grease the knees of eventide
chase the changeling’s mutant poodle
smoothly – like a slimy lamprey
– shake the milky way
…
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the cousin of bread ( daerb fo nisuoc eht )
…
a breakfast friend
the cousin of bread
a knife in hand
& butter is spread
a scrunching lunch
a supper, a tea
with margarine
& runny honey
a scented star
the king of the crunch
a bed f’ beans
a pinch & a punch
the chief of charred
a hymn in the air
the king of crisp
& chairman of yeahhh
a fibrous sprite
a round of the brown
a glue f’ pooh
& gobble it down
a sort of nod
a cheer & a sup
& disappear
the bottoms of up
a slice of slang
for that which is done
the fucked, the dead
the buggered ‘n’ spun
a sign, a post
& rhymer of ghost
or northernmost
– this poem is toast
…
…
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a conker fell ( llef reknoc a )
…
a conker fell upon the path
a feather & a leaf
upon the soft & sodden ground
– the lightness of a thief
& ponder i upon a plod
is this a sort of nod?
a mirror land of sinking sand
a portent & a sod
a bugger of the rectal rim
a spanner up the arse
a bounder of a bouncing bean
until the green is sparse
the roundabouts of out again
with knickers in a spin
a vernal verse – but in reverse
the cousin of begin
& kiss the twists of sylphid mist
a wraith upon the vale
a leper of a letterbox
& brush the foxes’ tail
as breezes blow & weasels crow
& thickets disappear
a conker fell upon the path
& so the bend is here
( oh, bollocks )
…
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yesterday is tomorrow’s today ( yadot s’worromot si yadretsey )
…
then fledgling phoenixes
stage left & right turn
them from the ashes
of another dry ice age
breathe like a bicycle
fly like a mole
bite the bullet’s hole
before the trigger is triggered
time is like octopuses
on a bouncy castle
dodge the phantom rain clouds
hiding in the sun’s shine
tudor computers
neolithic portals
yawns of a morning
sleeping ’til the evening
so, robotic romans
saturn spins both ways
spanners, anvils, calendars
circles, whirrs & banisters
hammers, hammocks, kippers red
hamsters haddock in the head
easter was a phantom land
& bring your own sandwiches
…
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piss another proem ( meorp rehtona ssip )
…
once upon a yarn
underneath the moon
as the badgers barked
with the village loon
so the annals wrote
in amongst the dross
when the spectres float
& the bishops toss
turning circled sleep
over once again
in the middle’s mist
mizzle is the rain
mares within the air
retribution’s now
butchers dreamt a death
eaten by a cow
bakers burnt the cakes
poets kissed the stars
venus sings – begin
jupiter & mars
hark, the howl of owls
& the scribbles pen
once upon a yarn
something happened then
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flimflamdemia fatigue ( eugitaf aimedmalfmilf )
…
asses ‘n’ gasses ‘n’ muzzle the masses
sing in a spin of the onions in pickles
eagles in trusses & sheeple on busses
larks in the garden – a shit in the thistles
weasels deceiving as beetles are heaving
dung in a dungeon, the rubber of riddles
puppets in pockets & lizards in lockets
muppets are lapping the pap of the piffles
piss in the papers – the barrels, the scrapers
lions not liars – the pricks in the middles
tossers are turning, the blither is burning
earth in a flap with a touch of the sniffles
( oh no )
…
( author notes )
” worse things happen at sea, you know “
( eric idle )
…
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jammy dodgers snore ( erons sergdod ymmaj )
…
bats within the brain
boxing frogs & hare’s the air
wide awake again
rise & shite a light
river shine, the moon in bloom
sleepless is the night
piss another drink
satellites & candles bright
ink a kitchen sink
sail a lunar sea
bubbles fizz & scribbles fuzz
buzz a bumblebee
britain’s mitten glove
badgers, stars & handlebars
marmalade above
scale a hill – or tor
hark, a little owlets howls
jammy dodgers snore
dripping droplets sweat
dot the dots as foxes trot
like a sloth on ‘phet
rove until the spun
spirals spider spanner stuff
doze beyond the sun
…
–
the song beyond ( dnoyeb gnos eht )
…
the song beyond is calling me
the sun, a hum – a bumblebee
a creaking door, the siren air
the gift of mist & bright’s the hare
a lark, a hark & sound around
the squelching belch of sodden ground
a river roars a choral flow
a spinning hymn – the roses glow
a scattering – a burst of bird
it’s lyrical – but not a word
the pageantry – the pipes of pan
as weasels pop the shite of man
& badgers dance a reelsome eight
the otter opera’s oscillate
the wave’s refrain is gravy trains
& floating notes in hazy brains
a knelling bell, a singing swan
the end’s a bend & springing on’s
the out again – the never’s death
the pounding rain, a hatchling’s breath
this music in the mutant glue
a sort of shrew within y’ shoe
a rising sky, a falling tree
the song beyond is calling me
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( author notes )
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( peace )
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