socks ‘n’ violins

My pet

courgette

is utterly 

obtused,

by the uppity

little

toss-shit

Tunbridge Wells.




She says 

he can only but

smell

& that he's her 

blazing vision

of HELL,

so we both wish

evil spells

on Tunbridge Wells 

x



...









author notes:
 i'm in the process of moving.
 posts will be sporadic for the time being.
 things can be stressful & require patience. we get there.
usual nonsense-bollox will resume shortly.

breast wishes,

resarf does poetry 
...

the lord gave us poetry & cholera

Well,

The Lord

he gave us poetry

& cholera.




As certain

as a sieve

with big holes

is a colander.




& apparently

that cholera's the pits,

all dehydration & diarrhoea 

shits.




& this is why

I'll never be

a God 

botherer

...




author notes: 
some P.C shat & you can't catch it from reading this, sorry

the moral maze

Cars often

pull over

& ask me

for directions

for example

'Where's Gibblet's Lane?'




& if I know

I'll answer

their question,

to aid them 

on their procession

out of the kindness

of my heart

-It's no strain 

or pain.




However,

if I haven't got

a clue

e.g

'Where's Garroter's Avenue?'

I'll just make

something up

all the same.




On the off-chance

that I'm 

right,

as you clever

ever know

it might,

& either way

I'll probably

never see them

again

...

time bollocks

Now,

a stitch

in time

may well

save 9

but we've yet

no way

of knowing.




Beyond mere

proverbs

& words

& crossed digits,

bricked turds

it could be 8

or 10

still

-GET TEMPORAL SEWING

...

a trough in the peak district

I stumbled across

a trough

in the Peak District.




Not the greatest

picture

but that's true.




& my mind's inclined to think

this is a poem

already.




Bollocks

to them words then

-How about you

?

still mainly green

It's still mainly green

here,

like the contact-less 

eyes

of a jealous

monster.




& the sky is mainly blue

too,

like a depressed & filthy

joke,

yet still 1 

ponders

how much

longer

?

a stupid cult

Several cotton buds

in

& the wax & gristle

was utterly

erstwhile

but what to do

with the 

rest

?




Why,

simply worship them

of course

as small cotton GOD TYPES

of sorts,

in a

shit-big

evil temple

-That sounds 

best

...

hitler’s youth

Well,

the childhood

 years

of a young

Adolf Hitler

were sadly

somewhat ruined

by asassins

armed with lasers.




Petite 

do-gooders

from our P.C 

future,

not them

 computers

but with futuristic

shooters,

how he still 

survived

can only

amaze us.




Incredible

...









(Author Notes: just sumit daft i wrote....)

branch out

Branch out

like a tree

-Obviously,

or a bank

full of bodies

after a robbery

went horribly.




Branch out

...

electric fence therapy

Beyond the

penultimate

stile

of m’ walk

there stood

an electric

fence,

which I decided

to try

& its voltage

imbibe

on the off-chance

it charged me

with sense

…

& erased

all the shite

so I gripped it

so tight

-Then came shock

‘AAAH y’ cock’

Ergo thence,

reflex robbed me

of grip

plus current

gave me

the slip,

as local livestock

laughed

at my expense

…

(try again)

resarf poetry

( ? )

Poem