~
all the kitchen foil ( a h m m m . . . )
…
all the kitchen foil & that sparkle in your eyes plus the moonlight's vanished too ( those bastard magpies ) ...
( ? )
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~
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…
kerfuffle
~
kerfuffle ( a p o e m )
…
kerfuffle a bustle some feathers are rustled kerfuffle a muddle commotion & huffles kerfuffle oh fuckle a storm in a puddle kerfuffle what fuffle? drop weapons then cuddle ...
your awry nose
~
your awry nose ( ? )
…
your awry nose sniff-whiffs a rose your nostrils suck the pollen goes to sinuses it's winding through your awry nose askew bless you ...
armpits are bottomless
~
armpits are bottomless ( a n o b s e r v a t i o n )
…
armpits are bottomless
that's your arse-bit
'tween hairy cheeks there lies
yonder dark pit
both are pure poetry
listen - hark it
armpits are bottomless
that's your arse-bit
...
nipping out
~
nipping out ( ? )
…
my shaky knees they face the breeze a sneeze achoos statues say cheese the sky it groans in sun dialled tones as bees bumble in bungalows a jigsaw jigs as shovels dig above my head hand glides a pig oh holy cow, a rose hip bows some mystery is there somehow plus shit it creeps, them oblique speak of normals stuff the cupboard's bleak an elbow sighs as blankets dry pure pantomime aye - slap my thigh a polar bear swallows the mayor as tyre fitters are going spare my shaky knees they face the breeze to yonder shop go knees & me ...
that voice somewhere
~
that voice somewhere ( s o m e ? )
…
strip naked & then
smear your bod
with plum jam
then wait for those wasps
with their sting
after stang
incessant that hell
you're in sheer
agony
then wonder
oh why
do you listen
to me
( ? )
...
the gate-rule-code
~
the gate-rule-code ( s o m e v e r s e )
…
trespassers will be spotted
then swatted like a fly
plod free but respect boundaries
within this countryside
so leave open gates open
& keep them closed gates closed
climb at their hinges ( if needs be )
this is the gate-rule-code
or sheep flocks will get muddled
cows will follow you home
the farmers will retaliate
stay thinking as you roam
enjoy these fields & pastures
their changes through the year
yet keep in mind all of this time
you're far from alone here
...
be a duck
~
be a duck ( a v e r y m o d e r n e s s a y )
…
anyone can be duck just quack & waddle that's a doddle ...
beneath them pines
~
beneath them pines ( s o m e v e r s e )
…
beneath them pines
those pinely trees
i pause to feel
a timely breeze
then sense the scents
which remind me
of toilets clean
thrones for queens
beneath them pines
there evergreen
thoughts of first cars
fresh as taxis
disinfectant
my mind is free
to dream of these
beneath pine trees
...
resarf poetry 