fuck a duck – it’s april


fuck a duck – it’s april  (  a  t r u e  t a i l  )

sinnel spoons the spirals

simmer ditch & rifles

spittle tricks the mizzle

nutter noons & cycles

faster sings the badger

hinter-lamb & pasture

scatter squids the scribble

natterjacks & aster

easter rings the steeple

seasonally as measles

river mists the drizzle

greenery & weasels

blossom hops the maple

rub-abud & hazel

bollocks itch the fiddle

fuck a duck - it's april

( ! )


pigeon coups & pirouettes


pigeon coups & pirouettes  (  1 6  l i n e  s  o f  w o b b l e  j u i c e  )

fishing swish & pissing sweat

pigeon coups & pirouettes

shipping seeds & pissing seas

skittles in the silouettes

catting traps & flapping flesh

misting maps & missing guests

ripping gist & wheezing breeze

wriggles in the wrinkled flesh

howling owls & clouding jets

scowling frowns & jousting specks

spouting sounds & housing trees

jiggles in the minarets

popping clogs & flopping flex

fleeing frogs & epithets

specking logs & sleep in peas

ripples on the internet


mash ‘n’ salad


mash ‘n’ salad  (  s o me  p o e t i c a l  h m m m  )

sink a sum of subdivision

as the porpoise pods the pea

suck the thumb of supposition

when the monkeys climbs the tree

smash a clash of demolition

as the ibex rides the scree

split the wish of fishy fission

when the headland meets the sea

sniff a whiff of mint condition

as the fowl owl counts to three

spout the out of intuition

when the dock leaf stings your knee

shoo the shrew of superstition

as the bonnet bugs the bee

spot the dots of repetition

when the finders seek their fee

smite the shite of television

as the brown fox leaps the flea

sail the gales of intermission

when the west wind swipes the key

loop the hoop with sweet nutrition

as the others rouse in me

map the flaps of fuckin' missions

mash 'n' salad for our tea