( ? )

crafted by hand

~

crafted by hand ( some truths & out the other one )

…




all of these poems

are crafted by hand

no fancy machines

as it's art - isan


but just who is anne?

you misunderstand

no robotic prods

just shat pen - that's grand


as birds boss the skies

as sheep graze the land

one scribbles on sheets

shit riddles of man


it's bespoke ( of course )

all part of the plan

so don't knock this wank

'twas crafted by hand

...

a cloudless sky

~

a cloudless sky ( disturbing sheet indeed )

…




a cloudless sky

where have they gone?

just clueless blue

something is wrong


the sun dial smiles

yet can't explain

this lack of shade

this lack of rain


perhaps the clouds

last stormy night

fell out with god

then went on strike


thence huffed their way

behind the moon

to hide a while

( ? )

please come back soon

( x )

...

where’s mozart?

~

where’s mozart? ( a moderately contemporary word wank )

…




mozart? don't know

sub concerto

conscious solo

twinkle

don't know


magpie smearing?

mathematics

twinkle hiding

try the

attic


what time's bedtime?

face in basin

death? he faked it

flute stuff

mason


know don't - hut-based

where art? twinkle

new stuff

pipelines

hope so

wishful

...

strange but true

~

( strange but true ) ( some stuff )

…



aye strange but true like roman roads

- oh wait, that's straight

it's raining toads


upon yon road which is quite strange

as ducks on ponds

burst into flames


this road is bent, it's wind-inclined

like hunchback cops

the dodgy kind


i wander on in lieu of clues

or common sense

'tis strange but true

...

this poetry is mind control

~

this poetry is mind control ( some much needed truth )

…



this poetry is mind control

this distraction's your ball & chain

with words designed to steal your soul

re-program & re-wire your brain


yet make you think you're more aware

deceptive as all metaphors

true evil runs the world out there

beyond these words rage many wars

( read on )

...

i dream in soup

~

i dream in soup ( some poem or such like )

…



potage dotage

a soupy head

as brothy veins pump

bits of bread


asparagus

bring me my spear

the vegetables

are mighty here


as fungi loom

the many spores

great battles fought in -

between snores


i dream in soup

leeked potatoes

then yet more flies whilst

comatosed

...

the king of ting

~

the king of ting ( i never understand either, just go with it, thank you x )

…




i am the king of ting

& objects that go ding

you may not have heard of me

i'm famous in beijing


i am the king of ting

on my finger's a ring

strike it like a glockenspiel

& hear my hand go

ping

...