( ? )

& a cat with eyebrows?

…

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

…

front to backwards

…

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

…

chuntering left

…

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

…

you are here ( s )

…

catching the last
sunbeams of summer
& the first warmth of spring

shivering like timbers
with mittens blue & woollen
in a frosty schoolyard

typing away
with your other monkey chums
writing shakespeare plays

whilst burnt alive
for being a lollard
in the fourteenth century

catching up your umbra
running with a stick
in a three-legged race

tucking away
on a stuffed dormouse
in old londinium

but laughing at the guttering
sputtering down
on a piss wet day

…