& blue doors


& blue doors  (  a  t r u e  s t o r y  )

cobwebs & cobnuts

& green fields & eyesores

roses & noses

& seesaws & sea shores

moonlight & morning

& sunshine & gold straw

rat traps & bat flaps

& hopscotch

the black horse

echoes & yellow

& embers & wild boar

mudflaps & strange ways

& grey days & white floors

trickles & ripples

& whispers & wild roars

rainbows on all fours

in new shoes

& blue doors


squiffy elbows


squiffy elbows ( 6 quatrains of piffle-vest )


feather freckled dinosaurs

finger tingled tidal boars

apple blighted acolytes

chocolate teapot labradors

jackknife island semaphore

junkyard carnage carnivores

serpent laddered stalactites

thunder stumbled underscores

summer sputtered hellebore

mammoth mangled megaspores

silent parrot parasites

peasant pageant petit fours

scrambled eggshell evermore

mustard gas mask guarantors

jagged jawline jacobites

trojan horsefly saddle sore

potion motion sycamore

spiny ivy iron ore

maybe knotted stalagmites

heckled henpecked heretofore

dicey icy sliding doors

drooping soupy superstores

accidental satellites

every twat's a troubadour



from great urns


from great urns ( a smack my keats up versus the met office of a poem )

scattered from great urns above us

spattered bits in bursts of sputter

grey meets green & other colours

life & death are cousin-lovers

staggers here & taps on awning

chattered words & birds as warnings

cakes awake & serpents yawning

sprinkles on a half-baked morning

pattered earth & maybe riddles

jabbered codes of brainy fizzle

muffled drops & building trickles

listen to the summer drizzle


dearest jenny lind,


dearest jenny lind,  (  s o m e  b o l l o c k s  )

dearest jenny lind,

i'm in your fan-fanfanclub

though folk say you sang

like a nightingale but

i prefer them nightjars

barn owls & your fans

dearest jenny lind,

often things get sticky

all is saunad through

too hot then for abba

minecraft or ikea

then come wafts

 of you

( x )


stern gales in storm drains


stern gales in storm drains  (  a  ?  (  ?  )  )

there's stern gales in storm drains

& judges in wigs

there's branches called russell

so then

something twigs

fire engines when it rains

with shite siren song

cat burglars stuck up trees

so let's

wander on

- look, judas on burnt toast

he's winking - the scamp

plus bees in yon bonnet

as barns

start to dance

there's presence in present

& past in its tense

there's jigsaws & piss-takes


far too much sense