they say there's a book in everyone i wonder which book's in me ? hopefully it's one with plenty of pictures stolen from my local library spare us the x-ray - don't ruin these things preserve this mystery the satanic verses though that would keep me on my toes i wonder which book's in me ? ...
Art
obligatory preamble
a wise man once said save the hodgepodge cerebral sheep graze bless the bodge job save the hedgehog lend us a fiver black holes are mysteries scrumpy my cider reality's oblong bring back echoes forget the bloody fire oh blow the bellows summer can do soup too bollocks in motion i hereby declare this fucking poem open ...
for absent poltergeists
in the absence of my poltergeist who used to keep me up with fright quite terrified since gone all shy i gave it a go haunt d.i.y so banged a wall then smashed a plate then had a nap a good 'un - great it's not the same i miss you now sweet poltergeist dear ghostly thou ... ( author nodes; this poem is also dedicated to yvette fielding ... )
sneezing is believing
yes sneezing is believing aye sneezing's real it's true i thought it was all a hoax-joke like blinking until one day - achoo ( ! ) ...
cotato parrot
in the lab i cross-bred a potato with a carrot is this a cotato or another form of parrot ? why it's 50 / 50 this much is clear to me but does world domination beckon ? ha ha, potentially ( ? ) ...
thistle season
come july it's spiky as the mind's slightly fizzled with a purposeful purple amid summer's coloured riddles an 'erb & a flower tell a friend - blow a whistle they're nutty on the inside 'tis the time of thistle ...
during the war
during the war when there was a war on all poems were rationed to 2 words or less including the title 'cause there was a war on so we all ate crumble those days were the best ...
nowhere in particular
nowhere in particular is a favourite spot of mine easily on a par with someplace or other for whiling away one's time there's ideal for things & stuff things of the like & such yes nowhere in particular in the beautiful land of nothing much ...
archaeology & out the other one
with a metal detector in hand i gradually scan this land for bits of roman pewter or robot from the future as time's one big illusion confusion meets delusion ( so far; just an old 5p phased out in the early 90s ) ...
a little bird told me
a little bird told me every evening roost eat plenty of berries & wear a pair of jackboots a little bird told me grow a cheeky little tache in springtime find a mate take the sudetenland back a little bird told me wash your feathers in a puddle watch yourself around them cats write a book about your struggle & a little bird told me every morning sing oh & comb a side-parting as per said bird's right wing ...
resarf poetry 