hmmm

squeaky shoes & onion skins

~

squeaky shoes & onion skins

…





squeaky shoes

onion skins

loosened screws

silky spins

snookered cues

spider scrawls

rub your pub

dub the inn


sleepy shrews

ropy string

jumpy queues

smoky chins

local news

slimy walls

crow your nose

blow the wind


muddy trews

headless kings

fuzzy clues

phantom limbs

residue

dusty halls

spawn your board

draw the pin


spewing ooze

water whims

apples bruise

flapping wings

cockatoos

rusty balls

catch your grasp

let's begin

...

town mission

~

town mission ( some o’that ‘n’ some o’this )

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yes on a town mission yeah

quite often you will find me

public transport nutter style

for poundland - the library


with mumbles in my jumbles

like the chuckles of my shoe

i'll nip in the museums

then peruse the markets too


( disguised as myself )

...

there branches spread

~

there branches spread ( a brief poetical pondering )

…




there are some owls that prefer day

& eat no meat

chips are their prey


there are some fish that cannot swim

with flows they go

the water's whims


there are some trees with roots abound

above - their trunk

grows underground


there branches spread beneath the earth

a bit different

( for what it's worth )

...

hard evidence

Today I asked

a pavement

where all its cracks 

wind-up like

'What's on

the other side?'

'Fuck all'

It replied.






Now mother used

to warn me

don't chat shat

with strange concrete

but I doubt she'd be

annoyed

if she too

had proof

of THE VOID

(!)

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