burnin’ on


burnin’ on ( no ‘ninrub )

back passage london
pudding lane anus
smokeless like the djinn
great balls of plasma

babylon bottom
fire flies from me
molten morning crap
incandescent end

vindaloo waterloo
fought on the khazi
joan of arc blazing
hotter than sun spots

krakatoa shat
rome is my rectum
listen as it sings
scotch bonnet swan songs

owl be the judge of that


owl be the judge of that ( taht fo egduj eht eb lwo )

hooting in a fruitful forest
as the even’ blither runs

giz a twinkle – who’s the oddest?
– she is pickled onion suns

tooting, swooping, scratching, catching
roaring forward’s pantomime

i’m a student & a hatchling
she’s the raisin in the rhyme

novels plotting, foxes trotting
badgers dancing, boxes croak

she is sparkles, marbles tossing
wiser than the cunning folk

like the gleam in golden syrup
– giz a feather off y’wing

older than a choral chirrup
younger than the lambs of spring

gift a paddle & a hammer
rock of aegis, other sulis

lady of me hazy manor
giz a spanner on a rummage

shat a pellet, bring the mettle
in the attic of a morning

source of all – the rest’s a vessel
as another daze is dawning

tomorrow never nosedive


tomorrow never nosedive ( evideson reven worromot )

no rogue meteor
or oak tree fall

on the trundle-trudge
of a morning walk

no thanks, cyanide
i prefer almond milk

in my tea or chai
stirred anticlockwise

busses will obey
the meantime’s table

perhaps i’ll catch a nap
but not the dreaded clap

no toad blizzards
or frog downpours

will croak on drown from heaven
& pop my cotton clogs

poets on a rampage
quills as sharp as hen’s teeth

can run into each other
& leave us scroats alone

let the buzzards buzz
& so the stoats will float

lark the dark away
death should go on holiday

rock ‘n’ roll poem


rock ‘n’ roll poem ( meop llor ‘n’ kcor )

rock ‘n’ roll a rockin’

& i’m rollin’ alright

with my rock ‘n’ roll sugar

on a saturday night

driving rollin’ wheels

& i’m feeling rockin’ great

with my rock ‘n’ roll honey

coz it’s nineteen fifty eight

roll a rock a rollin’

underneath a rockin’ star

with a rock ‘n’ roll quiff

& a rock ‘n’ roll guitar

rock a rock a rollin’

like a rollin’ rockin’ horse

or a cabbage in the attic

on a rockin’ chair – of course

rock ‘n’ roll a rollin’

in a twenty twenty one

rockin’ & a rollin’

but my memory has gone

in a rockin’ nursing home

with my long bald hair

& my long dead baby

but we just don’t care

( yeah )



instead ( daestsni )

sun shined bright
in the riddle of the night

humpty dumpty fell
on a bed of pheasant feathers

effigies unfroze
& danced with garden gnomes

shooting stars sped
to the universe’s edge

cattle ate butchers
peasants ate cake

pandas had an orgy
pies ate georgy porgy

rivers ran backwards
flowing from the sea

roses sniffed noses
& the bus missed me

cloak & stagger


cloak & stagger ( reggats & kaolc )

after afternoon
a candle in a lantern
waxing gibbous moon

puddles on the path
universes bursting like
bubbles in the bath

little drips of dream
gibbon in a cable car
kettles singing steam

i’m a shade of grey
or the morning starling’s light
let the horses neigh

drifting like a plank
rhyming like a dictionary
scribbles in the tank

’til the cockerel crows
floating while the ‘rona drones
highs below the lows

oh, those noble gasses


oh, those noble gasses ( sessag elbon esoht ,ho )

old king krypton
from another planet

helium caesar
floats as rome burns

xenon the warrior
prince among lasers

archduke argon
plums in his throat

oganesson the inbred
wedding many cousins

& princess neon too
the lady in the lamplight

long may they radon

shat’s all folks


shat’s all folks ( sklof lla s’tahs )

sing a song of unsung

with a tungsten tongue

bee a beast of burden

’til the seed is dung

spinning in the stillness

swimming in the cack

light another candle

brighten up the black

flippin’ ‘eck – it’s morning

flying like a fly

fuckin’ ‘ell – it’s evening

time is swirling bye

let’s begin again then

chase another tale

once upon a stumble

so the glowing pale

spark another roll-up

lark a flaccid wing

whistle in the doldrums

’til the winter’s spring

as the jammy dodgers

scribble on with glee

parping in the parlour


i’m up in the attic

gawping at the wall

waiting for minerva

– writing bugger all