( ~ )

the morris dancers ( ! )

~

the morris dancers ( ! ) ( ( ! ) screcnad sirrom eht )

…

they live upon the fringes
like black eyed bus conductors

half within this whirl
fifty percent elsewhereish

perchance a c.a.m.r.a inn
on a cousin frequency

emerging when the chimes
knell them into eyesight

prancing like a hart
bobbing as a robin

on a beltane morn
or at the vicar’s garden party

men with wood clash
rod on rod action

erato wets her knickers
lost in mutant music

skipping like a scratched e.p
watch those bellends go

bobs on boxing day
in the corners of our vision thing

where the faeries play
games of hide & seek again

fading in & otherling
with their wonky radios

waving handkerchiefs
wafting white wraiths

what the folk are you?
what the folk is glowing on?

i’ve yet to catch a live one
& keep it in my net

they wriggle like a stickleback
then vanish as a phantom

…

( puntitled )

~

( puntitled ) ( deltitnup )

…


spin between daydreams
hazy is my middle name
      up before the cockerel spurts
      comatosed purple prose

rove along hedge’s rows
clover cloaks this interlude
      pencil in a definite
      lest the owls forget

few is farther than between
far is pickled in a jar
      is the moon a mutant sun?
      heck the how are you?

mistress of the mizzle’s mirth
murmurs stir this steaming mug
      see the evening primrose doze
      when the dawn’s a fawn

all is or – or mugwort
moxibustion offerings
      once upon a wonky song
      falling off your rocking horse

rising like a treecreeper
wake the dead with leavened bread
      keys tambourine
      in my anorak pockets
…

them of s & m

~

them of s & m ( m & s fo meht )

…

keep a watchful eye
on the ones that banged the pots

put up banners, bunting
& waved their munting flags

those of twitching curtains
covid as jehovah

wanking with the doom
on the six o’clock snooze

happy in their muzzle-mask
gleeful little gimps

them of s & m
grassing up the wrong’uns

worshipping key workers
( keys can open or lock doors )

useful fleas & fodder
troopers of the gloom

busybody flesh-bots
seeking praise of others

squirming worms in tins
irksome village quislings

pillars of community
means pillocks of
the weasel wood

dead in all but paperwork

fred west lives
under their patio
…

a squab on the pastures

~

a squab on the pastures  (  a  p o e m  )

…



a squab on the pastures

a squawk on the lane

as rivers are ringing

& swan is the rain


a puddle of rubble

a bucket of gust

as mud is the mother

& summer is dust


( as mud is the mother )

( & summer is dust )

( as mud is the mother )

( & summer is dust )


a hag in the hedges

a boar in the snore

as badgers are warring

& heather's the moor


a rat in the chapel

a hog on a broom

as loon's in the attic

& magic's the moon


( as loon's in the attic )

( & magic's the moon )

( as loon's in the attic )

( & magic's the moon )


or flop in a coppice

a hop in a copse

of oaken-cloaked rowan

& thicket in knots


a piss on a thistle

a cheese in a wheeze

as ants prance the samba

& dance pants the breeze


( as ants prance the samba )

( & dance pants the breeze )

( as ants prance the samba )

( & dance pants the breeze )


a beat in the bonnets

a croak in the code

as bees buzz a sonnet

& ode's in the toad


a squeak in the peaklands

a frog & a cough

a squab on the pastures

a peak in the troughs


( a squab on the pastures )

( a peak in the troughs )

( a squab on the pastures )

( & reader, fuck off )

...

 

gap the mind

~

gap the mind  (  a  p o e m  )

…




gap the mind

finders flea

sleeping dogs

hop on spots


crown a verb

gown a noun

sing a song

pop in socks


dragons snap

grasses snake

adders take

building blocks


badgers cadge

lifts & tabs

'erbal blurs

fog the clocks


crab a pew

pinch a friend

weave the wend

watch the fox


kiss the fridge

shit y'load

hit a road

letters box


pigeonholes

kettles drum

snares & hares

chickenpox


burst a bird

nurse a turd

fuckin' words

dot the dots

...

 

poetry’s a dick’ead diary

~

poetry’s a dick’ead diary  (  a  p o e m  )

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poetry's a sad nymph weeping

poetry's a spring lamb leaping

poems are a bunch of words

that we shat out just like turds


poetry's a burnt flag blazing

poetry's half-part amazing

poems are a form of glue

solvent free ( killjoys, boo hoo )


poetry's a sort of anchor

poetry's a fuckin' wanker

poems are a startled herd

poems are a flock of birds


poetry's a dragon - fiery

poetry's a dick'ead diary

poems know a trick or two

yet they're tits

yes, this is true

...

rush-job

~

rush-job  (  a  p o e m  )

…





each second counts

time now is squashed

great waves are tossed

against the cosh


not long have i

i'm in a rush

calm's far from here

distant its hush


& yet you there

you gently waft

with breezy ease

you swish then swash


sips of nectar

from supping cups

i'm in a rush

- don't hold me up -

...

all clouds above are actors

~

all clouds above are actors  (  e i g h t  l i n e  r e a d  )

…



all clouds above are actors

they're players of the sky

with ever-changing faces

they're thesping as they fly


the plot goes where that wind blows

its pace dictates the speed

at which their story unfolds

'tis high drama indeed

...