There's a trick up your sleeve & a hoax in your coat there's a ruse in your shoes subterfuge - shades of goat. There's a hole in your soul & request from from below yes 'bring me the rest' so mind how you go ...
Poem
monday, early
The bathroom beat the Blackbirds it started somewhere around 4 waking me from slumber & sweet dreams of medieval wars. Then the bedroom, toilet, living room they decided to join in so a song was sung on the love of ropey puns yes - everything but the kitchen sings ...
(source unknown)
The streets were alive with some kind of something an intermittent pulse here then not nothing - pumping like a part-time Ley Line or the lights of passing cars or a very odd song off & on stuff is charged ...
identity merger
1st they started wearing more corduroy then they wrote daft ropey poetry then seeped into my dreams then blended with my thoughts - we are 1 single entity 1 name, 1 brain & passport. 1 ...
king for a day
If I were king for a day I'd ban all the kings outright including myself yes - bring me their heads then I'd leg it back to bed & hide until night ...
a speck in time
I've been trying to spot that tiny slap-bang gap between afternoon & evening. Hiding in the middle of the point of equilibrium a speck in time defies God & physics probably somewhere around 6 ish ...
the bollo king
Nothing is 1 of my favourite subjects. One's become an expert of sorts from a succession of non-thoughts. I would should show you the certificates but they're completely invisible & very intangible plus I've forgotten where I left them. Nothing is 1 of my favourite subjects ...
new strangery who
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" ...
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 ...