march …

s c a t t e r s

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s c a t t e r s ( s r e t t a c s )

…

s pring is in the wings
of a pigeon in a hole
c lutter flies the flag
like a weasel up a pole
a s the normalz dance
with the bollocks on the snooze
t hunder rumbles on
& an otter swims the blues
t ime is tickled green
in the even of the morn
e lephants forget
for the past is yet unborn
r unaway & bee
with the bumbles up the brae
s ing upon a hill
& buzz the scuzz away
…

quizzical contact

~

quizzical contact ( tcatnoc lacizziuq )

…

alphabet spaghetti
is illegal in slovenia

henry the eighth
was born in a hay barn

clay pigeons nest
in a hole in the earth

all dark matter
is a shade of magenta

one in four apples
is secretly a pear

bears smoke kippers
with the pope – in the woods

most gnomes freeze
if seen by human eye’s

pie chart pastry
is flaky – yet invisible

may flies live
for sixty seven moons

lemon curd is banned
in the land of kurdistan

stick to the path
or the thicket consumes

answers on a post-it note
– fact check & lose
…

found on the 18th of march

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found on the 18th of march ( hcram fo ht81 eht no dnuof )

…

add one beaten egg
songbirds learn their song
the same way that humans
learn how to speak

charged with murder
left in a coma
gathered in parliament square

liquid concentrated
no right turn
9000 tonnes
of discarded hardware

road ahead closed
may contain nuts
for oral administration
…

( author notes )

i didn’t write-write any of the above
just collected & rearranged

..

tiny foldable ditties

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tiny foldable ditties ( seittid elbadlof ynit )

…

sing a song of epics stunted
written by a flea with glee

spittle spurts of verses blunted
penned or pencilled spidery

scribbles tucked within a pocket
kissing keys & chiming there

rhymes inside a little locket
nestled with the pubic hair

of a lover or a stranger
or beneath a dunce’s cap

musicals on scraps of paper
crumpled odes that overlap

not a novel or a cycle
not a sonnet – spank the lord

just the custard of a trifle
– this is where the treasure’s stored
…

shat’s all folks

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shat’s all folks ( sklof lla s’tahs )

…

sing a song of unsung

with a tungsten tongue

bee a beast of burden

’til the seed is dung

spinning in the stillness

swimming in the cack

light another candle

brighten up the black

flippin’ ‘eck – it’s morning

flying like a fly

fuckin’ ‘ell – it’s evening

time is swirling bye

let’s begin again then

chase another tale

once upon a stumble

so the glowing pale

spark another roll-up

lark a flaccid wing

whistle in the doldrums

’til the winter’s spring

as the jammy dodgers

scribble on with glee

parping in the parlour

fart-luh-laar-luh-lee

i’m up in the attic

gawping at the wall

waiting for minerva

– writing bugger all

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hill fog yourself

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hill fog yourself ( flesruoy gof llih )

…

greetings, view-consuming gloom
blowing on your morning horn

roaming shapes of speckled wraith
whisping of a wanderlust

breathing sheets of breathless still
silent like a walking corpse

yonder is a leafless tree
or a headless horseman’s horse

wonders one & ponder on
with my tracing paper eyes

scribbles in my wonky bonce
squinting in the gasping gaps

as the smoking low cloud’s feet
plods upon the sodden ground

i’m a floating ghost in you
– eater of vistas

…