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 ...
contemporary poetry
faffin’ about
We're faffin' about but just the usual gubbins no trouble or owt. No blood has been drawn here no broken bones nowt. Nothing is destroyed yet nothing gets done we're faffin' about & it's harmless fun ...
turvy topsy
When I woke up this morning stuff was upside down the land was in the heavens & the clouds were on the ground everywhere's a new perspective with surprises abound so I think they should keep things ʇɥᴉs ʍɐʎ ɐɹonup ...
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 ...
critique
Borderline late 1 Lammas Eve when nan had stumbled to bed, a fluorescent elf tapped on the back door which I ajared thence it said... 'Would you like to hear my poem? I penned it just for you, it has several Special stanzas plus a scant spin-off dance - it'll only last a minute or 2' ~ It was rubbish, utter bollocks ...
decryption
I'm paying close attention to the Rain again as it patters against the pane & a pattern starts to form in the brain - yes, it's a Cloud-Code almost cracked & ascertained. Don't stop x ...
section r box 3
Yes, imaginary gnomes as an ornament in homes are the cause of mad scorn - they're bad enough on lawns. The little tossers they trip us over with a topsy-turvy -Terpsichore-fall - it's Thursday let's burn them all x ...
doppelgänger
You are here but where are you? Pottering - as we do in a 2nd hand hand shop or berating giraffes at the zoo? But not the okapis has it joined the Illuminati or has it overslept its way to Crewe? Maybe it's behind the sofa or playing games with supernovas - You are here but where are you? ...
resarf poetry 