this thursday tastes

of its morning yawns,

great fata morganas

& boring forms





taylors of harrogate

& brownian motion,

the pentrich rising,

titan's super-salty ocean






skara brae but misty

& parthenogenesis,

genghis khan's pen pal

& pied wagtails - my dark nemesis





plus the pennines, beige, ash wednesday

& some stuff that went astray

as per me - sorry

now put your tongue away

...

a man walks into a poem

'sorry' says the man

that's alright - i understand

you were looking at those harpies

then they kissed & shook hands

...

i needed to go out - SHAT

but where's that bastard key?

after rummaging through pocket-land

i moved onto the settee

then i lifted up the cushion

& there to my surprise

underneath were a crikey previously unknown

micro-pygmy tribe





i queried an elder

'have you seen my key?'

he lobbed the ickle-tiniest of spears 

at me

which i almost felt

- 'shit-aaah y' twat'

so in retaliation

i sneezed back





(it's still missing)

...