lobtailling, wassailing cloisters, spume, elbow grease. transpose, holy ghost, hydrogen - helium, thought, police. song, swan, wheelbarrows, buoy, ploy - hoi poloi! cosmic stuff, jigsaw, see saw blink destroyed ...
Bollocks
people change
I used to feel obliged to write haiku so now I don't bother for the very same reason & I used to rest my faith on the Queen as head of state yet now I dream of regicide & valid acts of treason. People change x ...
what friends are for
Let them eat Kate let them eat Dave let them eat Sue she's on the menu too. Let them eat Brian let them eat Ryan let them eat Hugh ideally in a stew. Let them eat Eve let them eat Steve spit roasted on a rotisserie. Let them eat Martha let them eat Arthur let them eat Clara - yes everyone but me ...
on the branches there’s blossom
On the branches there's blossom hints of pink white bits like phosphum some clouds or cotton floaty wreckless flotsam undead as the possum high like Nelson's Column & ne'er to be forgotten it's a corpus callosum as it bridges that gap between Winter & Spring on the branches there's blossom it's a curious thing ...
weekend witches
Weekend witches & Beltane pagans once yearly-nearly ramblers & blue moon dabblers. Wedding drinkers & funeral weepers occasional tables the occasionally unstable. Hy-Brasil & déjà vu a solar eclipse or the Phoenix, of course too. Brief glimpses of HELL & scarlet pimpernels plus fuck-it-that'll-do rhymers - bloody part-timers ...
muddy corduroy trousers
Muddy corduroy trousers on a trip into town keeping me safe from urban clatter & hate protected by the Earth put your faith in its brown you are my amulet my evil eye - bus home - survived ...
the 1st of feb
Head contrary on the 1st of February as impending Candlemas hangs thick in the air just like congealed school custard sans the upper skin layer white rabbits - white rabbits or a pair of mountain hares? Beyond the edgelands of January into the rugged vast of where? Fuck knows - early days again no wings but whims & a prayer x ...
sunday sermon
Many great tales shall remain untold there's cold in warmth there's warmth in cold there's sanity in madness & happiness in sadness plus misfortune in luck 'cause God's a fickle fuck. Amen ...
multiple discharges
The incident with the euphonium that triggered sheer pandemonium, the day it almost snowed in August heralding a darker dawn chorus or the time when you disguised your reflection yet it still looked exactly like you - aye ink all these things & write it right through ...
them chattering
Always on a missive but never from God superstitions intermissions probably just odd misleading breezes but the branches still sing scrap yards & scratch cards most days mean these things ...
resarf poetry 