( of some merit )

…

rameses the grade

c minus on a good day

dream while he’s awake

…

last week, when i was a hittite

last week,

when i was a hittite

i took an extra spoon

of sugar in my tea

so far from the usual two

instead i had three

( times change )

...

bring back medieval keys ( ! )

in medieval times

well the keys were so much bigger

 plus the locks were far larger than today

yet the people were smaller

yes we've grown taller

& the keys & locks have gone the other way


this poem you may say

is devoid of a point

like a fly once plucked of its wings

but at this going rate

keys will soon be subatomic

then we'll never ever find the fucking things

...

( mary )

recently i've not been myself

yes far too often i've been someone else

all morning i've been mary queen of scots

implicated by that bastard babbington plot

& if i carry on this gender-bend way

no doubt they'll behead me down at fotheringhay

yes recently i've not been myself

since the others spiked my apple juice

- blame everyone else

...

wild flowers among castle ruins

wild flowers

among castle ruins

the head's a beverage

thoughts-a-brewin'

as life plods on

& all that glibness

they say here's haunted

a wraith i've yet to witness

apart from the headless ones

consequences - quencecons

a punished uprising but now most of the stones have gone

as bricks for the local homes

scattered yet abound

like these wild flowers 

but the other way around

...

inside information

several drops of tea

should be spilled ceremoniously

as a libation

to the carpet lares

the hirsute hobs

plus all the rugged gods

& as an act

of admiration

of veneration

reverence respect

then slurp the rest

...

grey matters (other version)

there are bits of whitsuns

daydreams

foamy moments

shaving cream

there are intermissions

crevices

edgy head land

precipices 

there are glimpses

of past lives

like aristotle

nell gwynn's cousin

irwin rommel

& there are draining times

plus energies

then lemon trees 

memories

x

...

some lines on highwaymen & root vegetables





D' you ever have that dream

where your Dick Turpin?

'Stand & deliver'

robbing the rich

of jewellery 'n' dosh.





Then you wake up of a morning

with your arms

around a turnip

& no one wants to fill in those gaps

so God bless sweet dreams

& memory loss

x

...

in another reality, we ran

You 1st tickled my fantasy

in History

when I was sweet-lucky

13,

as just when I thought that

shite-squat could top the Vikings

we went all Third Reich like

- nice 1 Mr. Green.





You were a true Aryan beauty

with an air

of mystery

who had a thing for 

sweaty Austrian men,

yet we're divided by time

& capsules

of cyanide

but oh mein Eva Braun

if I could love you then

...

David Irving Denier

I’m a David Irving denier,

to many people

this

is a controversial thought,

but in my opinion

he never existed,

freedom of speech mate,

see you in court…

(again)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Irving

resarf poetry

( ? )

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