mikey gave it to charlotte charlotte gave it to franz franz gave it to wilhelm wilhelm gave it to hans hans gave it to phyllis phyllis gave it to lisa lisa gave it to niamh niamh gave it to peter peter gave it to pablo pablo gave it to suki suki gave it to saladin saladin gave it to susie susie gave it to fergus who slightly dithered then after wondering whether to keep it gave it back to mikey again ...
photography
a modest collection of little secrets
this little secret was discovered in a shoebox wedged in a hedge in the nowhere of the middle this little secret it never really had a name yet knew too much & ran away i found it in an alleyway this little secret well this one takes the biscuit it was passed down from a great-aunt who i still don't know existed & this little secret was once a set of ten before the other nine revealed themselves it's not a secret then ...
did you know… ?
on this day in 1743 a pheasant laid an egg beneath a walnut tree ...
thoughts on thoughts
thoughts come most go some throb some glow some prod some bite some come in pieces some fight some fright some charm some bear gifts with intent to harm some abstract-mime some dance but often it's ants in their pants some sing some wail some want my mind it's not for sale some suck with a straw some dazejà vu they've been in before some spark some extinguish some talk all foreign some dabble in english some sneak in through the tunnels some knock & say 'hello' thoughts come most go ...
let’s shun cardigans
let's shun cardigans but still pen poetry then it's like diving without the bit where you breathe into the depths of madness insanity's black vastness or if that's too much too soon then why not roll-up your sleeves ? ...
elcric lluf
on a clear day i can see cheeky faceless he beyond the horizon but never the front instead as from the tips of hilltops yes frequently i will spot conditions permitting it's the back of my head ...
my hit list
patrick alternator jonathon crayon anthony histamine patricia liason marianna trenchfoot godfrey guineafowl william abstract-windfarm perrywinkle owl christina chrysanthemum tracheotomy smithe henry spinning jenny alexander tithe simon peter cathode whitstable june-whitbread are imaginary people or soon very dead x ...
beyond jam
a weary jam maker lay nackered in bed & thought of all the jam that day they'd made then they thought of all the jam they hoped to make in the future closed their eyes & dreamed of lemon curd red currant jelly - MARMALADE ...
boo!
when the original prankster-wanker first cried the word BOO they shat themself to kingdom come surprised themself too ...
vernal warning
if nothing else Spring has wandering hands it fondles these pastures gropes over this land it gets the unexpecting when they least suspect the dirty old beggar yes Spring is a pest ...
