Art

mr norris changes brains

 


this poem thinks david icke is secret-chief-lizard

this poem skips in blizzards

like a jaunty winter wizard


this poem sniffs big marker pens & glue

this poem wears cagoules

'cause this poem's cool


this poem has blisters on both of its heels

beneath odd-socked feet

odd socks appeal

 ( ? )


oh & this poem knows that the world will end

when the u-bend industry

 goes round the bend - yeh, then

- is this a poem

( ? )




( please )

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query shat

 

how well

do you know

the archbishop of canterbury?

have you decrypted

our impossible

code?

have you ever seen

the loch ness monster

on a wednesday?

do you really know

where echoes

faintly go?


have you ever been trapped

down a well

for a fortnight?

or stroked a yeti

gently?

lovely ears

do know stuff about like

the bits beyond 

them black holes?

- well in that case

why are you here

( ? ) 

...

 

the art of almost ( sort of )

 

the breeze picked up

& sucked

the final piece of the jigsaw

from the grip of my finger things

then out

the open window


'that's cromwell's last wart'

i huffed

so i chased said piece of jigsaw

down the lane then o'er them dales

for centuries

to no avail


( the end )

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( author nodes )

yes, breezes can suck too

in fact

every time a breeze blows somewhere

it sucks somewhere else

that's equilibrium & day 1 in wind school


cheers

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