~
wild strawberries ( a b r i e f o b s e r v a t i o n )
…
wild strawberries the clues in the name wild strawberries refuse to be tamed ...
( ? )
unamused
~
unamused ( s o m e p o e t r y )
…
what's funny about farms?
what's funny about about bones?
i grew up on a farm
was that a funny home?
my skeleton beneath
has never-ever spoke
let alone tickled folk
with a funny joke
( ? )
...
oh to be a telephone
~
oh to be a telephone ( a s i g h o f a p o e m )
…
oh to be a telephone
pick us up & dial
aunties in antarctica?
i'll put in the miles
i'll carry your spoken tones
distance? - fret not - see?
cousins out on ganymede?
pah - that's well easy
oh to be a telephone
this would raise a smile
no prank calls or perverts please
nah - that aint my style
talk with ease - i'm dog & bone
relax, chat carefree
others may be listening
but that's beyond me
...
all the kitchen foil
~
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 ) ...
41266
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41266
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kerfuffle
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kerfuffle ( a p o e m )
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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
( ? )
...
resarf poetry 