( ? )

squeeze it out

~

squeeze it out  (  a  p o e m  )

…




sinking ships

kiss me quick

bananas

lemon pips


falling bricks

clutch at twigs

crack willow

trousers split


dodgy hips

sheepish dips

we are all

fugitives


buckets kick

fog is thick

magic spells

that's the trick


parrot sick

oil is slick

all is horned

thanks old nick


clocks tock-tick

bookworms flick

no time for

posh picnics


choppy sticks

candlewicks

fading fast

make a wish


shake a fist

take a risk

squeeze it out

each last bit

...

( **** it )

~

( **** it )  (  m y  a f t e r n o o n  )

…





when it pours

then it pours

so you're drenched

then you're drenched


when your bones

they are soaked

when the earth's

thirst is quenched


but there's more

& still more

with no end

in sight yet


be that back

of that duck

when you're wet

then you're wet

...

dear athlete’s foot,

~

dear athlete’s foot,  (  a  p o e m  )

…





so shudder earth or maybe not

the sun is cold - the poles are hot

your earlobes glowed like magic pearls

on samhain eve

spirals unfurl


erm truths hide in wrong barks up trees

yes, barns can't dance - dark history

it peppers all as plague un-fussed

or duckpond ducks

but still this rust


as blackholes suck then elsewhere spew

some fuckin' dick'ead jumps the queue

stray birds live here, their roost has flown

the kettle's gay

( i've always known )


so on we plod our different ways

lone calendars proclaim our days

great salmon leap yet onions weep

until again

there's dreams, our sleep

...

mayday calm

~

mayday calm  (  a  p o e m  )

…





there is no panic, still there's time

it's early, blurry stirs the mind

as birds they sing in chirpy chimes

as curtains stir - up come them blinds


the water still flows in yon stream

as queens awaken from their dreams

& lambs bounce mad - they're full o' beans

i haven't heard a frantic scream


as morris men awake & yawn

then dress with bells upon this morn

those doom-merchants have yet to warn

of blah - blah - blah plus warring storms


i plod that path beside the barn

upon that hill wearing no charm

for luck i clutch air in my palm

which does the trick

it's mayday calm

...