turnips for the books


turnips for the books ( skoob eht rof spinrut )


pickled cabbage day

splatter saturday

sun is pissing grey

apple afternoons


bob beneath the shroud

cauliflower cloud

squiggles ink aloud

mizzle shrivels prunes


swans upon the once

hymns within the bonce

dance as sonnets ponce

ants in pantaloons


fragments of a gist

not a shopping list

carrots in the mist

brambles & bassoons


tangles in the sludge

spud a sunken trudge

nutter fingers fudge

sinking sanded dunes


wurzels, worms ‘n’ hooks

comas, crows ‘n’ rooks

turnips for the books

suitors, soup ‘n’ spoons


all the swirled’s a stage

gurn another page

rage against the beige

scree the scrawl of loons


smeg the smog of dearth

kicking clods of turf

dream of peas on earth

egging mutant moons

the keys


the keys ( syek eht )

tingles in the land of tangles

jingles in a pocket’s jangle

cracking on between the scrambles

plodding on the road

dithers, dawdles, scrawls & gasping

blithers as the brass is rasping

rivers running, fingers clasping

digits in a code

dazes changing, hazes bunching

noses glowing, pinches punching

hymns & spinning, numbers crunching

songs upon a breeze

pushing buttons, switching pitches

summer’s wizards, winter’s witches

motion, oceans, hills & ditches

shifting with the keys

shuffles of a muffed morning

as the sunken sun is yawning

when the staggered stead is fawning

then it’s enter in

floating in the ghost of gloaming

fading, waving, flapping, foaming

beetles heaving, dung’s the roaming

home & let’s begin

warts & all that


warts & all that ( taht lla & straw )

piss the pale away
the milk of sopping sunday
i in my cagoule

minstrel of the mist
a frog within the fog seas
newts & shoots of green

laughter in the wood
another weasel pop song
intermittent owl

sleeping shrouds of clouds
the smudge of leaden pencils
pen of elfin then

grey beneath the fade
a ghost of gold october
ghouls a leafen path

see the rings of kings
a toad upon a toadstool
croaking on his throne