You aint from around these here be parts have you come to steal our donkeys our carts & rustle our sheep then murder us in our sleep with a musket to the head or rusty tent peg through the heart ? As you aint from these vales & hillsides have you roamed over dales far & wide under various aliases assumed - lies - disguised to come for our daughters our tractors plus wives ? As you aint local-yokel it's true if you were we'd all recognise you so we'll keep our close eyes on new strangery who whilst silently praying that you're just passing through. "Go on, fuck off" ...
Poem
ample warning
Please do not read the following as it was written by a nutter wearing latex gloves a mere stone's throw from a factory made from traces of nuts under low cloud which can only shroud some dark Satanic hate designed to penetrate your mind define your fate - fuck - shite - TOO LATE ...
doctor’s orders
A smallish dose of chaos should be taken everyday; a tablespoon of turmoil, 3 teaspoons of disarray, 20mg of topsy-turvy, a rat's nest in a pockets worth of tempest plus half a puddle of tumultuous muddle - repeat until completely compos mentis ...
sound advice
The Sun is a cancer gun it's the reason why we live & our death-beam too, The Moon in all its hard cheese is a werewolf-activator & ghost-amplifier - so I'd stay in if I were you ...
some lines on highwaymen & root vegetables
D' you ever have that dream where your Dick Turpin? 'Stand & deliver' robbing the rich of jewellery 'n' dosh. Then you wake up of a morning with your arms around a turnip & no one wants to fill in those gaps so God bless sweet dreams & memory loss x ...
prayer poem
Dearest Gods of the Air then of course Jesus & the other 1 Lord please ban vintage steam fairs nasty dreams & all wars. Bad smells & smart cars the cult of celebrity glove puppets jumping on their own from opened cupboards & the piss-take annoying vagueness of brevity. Plus can we have more Butterflies in January? Will I go to HELL if I prefer dirty-sliced-white over granary? Are grey squirrels really a species or just that little bit older? Alleyways nice 1 4 glistening-listening & lifting these chips - in a bit off my shoulder. (AmEnd) ...
mind the gaps
Apparently it's gaps that are key as gaps make the whole thing breathe but please remain wary of the spaces that you leave or these gaps they might take over words are our sanctuary ...
old scientists
Old school science shit text-books you were far too dated then with graphs 'n' graphics of a former century & black & white photographs glum fuzzy hairy men. Plus women with the thickest glasses in Christendom it's amazing how we have a population now I hated you 'cause you weren't English or History but somehow I still keep you -which is a fucking mystery ...
often but mainly then
Some statues frown the proper cheeky ones wink the Turin Shroud novelty tea towel blinked as shadow figures pass between which should scare or surprise almost unseen from the corners of my eyes ...
how they make freckles
You put your left hand in your left hand out wait 'til next April then shake the mucus out whilst scattering Natterjack Toad bones libations of Irn Bru plus offerings of Toblerone a pocketful of rye then a Mind's Eye of imply & that might do it it's worth a try ...
resarf poetry 