curtains time


curtains time ( emit sniatruc )

iron & bamboo

corded acorns drawing you

as the sun crawls down


thermal furls of net

panel pairs plus nineties hair

eyelets on the stage


rod pocket & pull

table top, power shower

flicker, twitcher, beef


velvet, linen, silk

valance, pencil pleat & sash

they all call your name

insomnia & out the other


insomnia & out the other ( rehto eht tuo & ainmosni )

bobbing on a hilltop

sober as a gnome

roving under twinkles

drinking milky tealights

see the bright of cat’s eyes

rabbits, voids & plasmoids

eating after eight mints

at three-oh-three a.m

then, beneath the moonbeams

catching luna’s ray daze

swimming silver pastures

( grasses pass as seaweed )

up before the early birds

up before the worms

up before aurora

larking in the dark

clodhopping song


clodhopping song ( gnos gnippohdplc )

drumming on the mud
rat-a-splat & fiddlesticks
spits a rhythmic thud

plodding of a morn
like the duke of wellington
milk a sopping lawn

kicking sods of turf
sticks & stones & rabbit bones
off the skin of earth

stomping on the leas
nincompoops in blucher boots
as the mizzle pees

prancing in the mist
scrambles as an alibi
scratching something’s gist

dancing on the ground
as the rub of so bellow
murmurs gurgled sound

in a month of mondays


in a month of mondays ( syadnom fo htnom a ni )

calendars & contours
colanders in kitchen sinks
swans are singing encores

once upon the sequels
gleams the green of in between
snoring with the eagles

pour another tea cup
buttered toast & traffic jam
so the stuttered speak up

storming of a morning
mares within the air & hare
where the stagger’s fawning

anoraks & sun rays
ambles on an ashen path
in a month of mondays

scrambles at the deep end
badgers in the thicket’s thatch
tangled ’til the weekend

cloven hoofed yoofs


cloven hoofed yoofs ( sfooy defooh nevolc )

have you herd the one
about the gangs of cows?

cloven hoofed yoofs
clad in shellsuits

sniffing super glue
marker pens & tipex

skiving off from school
larking in them leas

knocking fences down
patting yon allotments

drinking booze from town
chasing great dane bitches

labradors & spaniels
pugs & humans too

gobbing on badgers
pissing on the footpaths

swagger walk & bugger
all before the slaughter

on the road to death
– what a load of bullocks



bonfire ( erifnob )

build with sticks – not stones
bits ‘n’ birch & branch of oak
last summer’s ragwort

brambles, bobs ‘n’ twigs
scrumpled sheets of poetry
nettles & regrets

leaves & sheeple masks
letters from the government
thorns of thicket’s thatch

with a guy atop
effigies of enemies
weasels run the whirled

check for hedgehogs first
badgers, owls & barrels of
rum – or gunpowder

if the ghost is clear
in the darkened garden’s blear
– spark that mother’ up

warts & all that


warts & all that ( taht lla & straw )

piss the pale away
the milk of sopping sunday
i in my cagoule

minstrel of the mist
a frog within the fog seas
newts & shoots of green

laughter in the wood
another weasel pop song
intermittent owl

sleeping shrouds of clouds
the smudge of leaden pencils
pen of elfin then

grey beneath the fade
a ghost of gold october
ghouls a leafen path

see the rings of kings
a toad upon a toadstool
croaking on his throne