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ruddy hell … ( shiteku )
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moans from the toaster groans in the tumble drier goosebumps on both palms ...
Fuck
meringue harangue
have you ever been harangued in regards to meringues ( ? ) & when the diatribe's finally over you despise pavlova ( ? ) ( just wondering ) ( ? ) ...
a poem about river ripples
the river & its ripples its dimples its wrinkles its jiggles its wriggles mass trickles of dribble from little to middle to mighty wet riddles of slippery wiggles of rivery ripples ...
the poetry
pen check pad check all hands on deck ink check Petr Čech treaty Utrecht Quebec Aztec discotheque chicken neck madness cay sera add words et voila ...
scrawling stuff
scrawlings in black ink on hands & exposed skin reminders shopping lists random words whims symbols protection secret jokes nudges soapy water smeary now traces smudges ...
pillar of the community
i'm a pillar of the community the council named a bus stop after me to honour my extensive good r.e local charities then in 2012 a special luncheon was held where the mayor shook my hand - DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? ...
offerings (how to try)
offer your plans to the warm blue hands of confusion let it nurture them let them feed off its odd let it nestle them let it be their god then put this faith in the obscure things & the details like moss & lichen on a post an opaque stain on the dog-shelf the many traces of utmost & the rest should look after itself ... (author notes; dog-shelf is slang for floor)
people change
I used to feel obliged to write haiku so now I don't bother for the very same reason & I used to rest my faith on the Queen as head of state yet now I dream of regicide & valid acts of treason. People change x ...
oh bother…
I've never worn clogs on a Wednesday or winked at an owl of an eve nor lobbed a potato at a bust of Plato yet many gullible people still they believe. That I often sing sea shanties whilst in Switzerland plus chuckle at their alpine mackerel skies these are a pack o' lies the usual shite - it's no surprise but whose behind these nasty vicious rumours & why? ...
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 ...
resarf poetry 