brussel sprout ode


brussel sprout ode  (  edo tuorps lessurb  )

fruit of the belgians

toots in the garden

guffing & pardon

sprouting about

gas of the grocer

dancing with onions

singing with chillies

- stews or a curry

- hark, in the darkness

swans beyond christmas

sort of a friend or

a hot water bottle

truffle of brussels

salt of the smurf's earth

sauté with chestnuts

so a concerto

pop blows the weasel

bubbles are squeaking

playing me anus

swinging with monkeys

cabbage of winter

green is the evening

guzzle & trumpet

- brassica's brass



otter’s pockets


otter’s pockets ( 32 lines of wobble )

basket weaving - bastard evenings

dog in clover - eyes in sockets

apples bobbing - pears are peeling

thoughts are swimming - mind myopic

windows smearing - kettle's steaming

multiverses - that's the tonic

poles are flipping - ice is screaming

unplugged t.v - otter's pockets

toast is smoking - piffle's calling

hares are boxing - merry easters

walls are cracking - dawn is snoring

palmate newts are hailing caesars

dozing moments - rarely boring

cheeky monkeys - bloody rhesus

glitter patters on the awning

biblical say saul & peter

gold is hiding - fools are gleaming

there in may was lucy locket

rivers weeping - streams are scheming

foxgloves, bluebells, valves & sockets

night is bright when day is dreaming

verse is birds - bees in their bonnets

tennis ankles - crickets teeming

spitting feathers - brown clouds - top shit

bollocks itching - mice are roaring

multitudes in millimetres

ears have noses - walls are talking

lollipops & lotus eaters

winks are winging - boards are scoring

well dressings as balance teeters

fingers crossed we'll kiss the morning

pyrrhic wins shall not defeat us


ten onions &


ten onions &  ( a poem )

ten onions & fresh turnip juice

a newspaper

or else - gazette

a book of stamps, a phone number

& all those who

we've not killed yet

the date today - not yesterday

or last whitsun

- that clarinet

our middle names, our silly games

& so we list

lest we forget


thoughts from a shed


thoughts from a shed  (  a  t r u e  t a i l – o f f  )

imagine who

invented the trowel

among the pots

thoughts from a shed

in olden times

& next wonder how

folk reacted

yes - what was said

'twas witchcraft then

then mad masses howled

& screamed in fear

bring us his head

( or else her head )

in days far from now

no doubt they burned

until well-dead


an acorn calls …


an acorn calls …  (  p o e m s  )

sweet damson jam

& that aswan dam

those horns of pan

jaw of piltdown man

collect your thoughts

yes - an acorn calls

with a4 scrawls

as an aphid crawls

be flim in flam

& the spick in span

that kick in can

as the also ran

let all burst forth

as mad bastard sprawls

make mess from nought

yes - collect your thoughts