Nearly always there's the smug face of Jesus on my toast, if not then it's his uncle, God instead or his cousin, The Holy Ghost. Delicious ... (Author Nodes: Occasionally I dozed off in Sunday school...)
Poem
wasn’t raised by wolves
Even in my younger care-free arson days, I never-ever wanted to be adopted then subsequently raised, by monkeys or wolves as their wolf-monkey son, because although it's quite rare like it's yawningly been done ... Otters might be an idea mind or possibly crossbills or badgers, but having said all that there's always Japanese macaques as I too love hot baths -Yer that would be the nadgers ...
clicks & careers
I love it
when things
go ‘Click’
-Shades of snapped twig,
& a fog light
shines through
this distortion
,
yes, it’s a comforting
sign & sound
that reminds my feet
‘There’s ground’
-Thank God I’m not into contortion
…
burn the culprit
When your cows
go dry
& your crops
all fail,
when you exclaim
in despair
at the plight
of the whale
…
When your house
burns down
& your cat
gets HIV,
please leave God alone
for once
-Let’s blame poetry
…
necroromance
Well, the love of a corpse
is completely unconditional,
albeit 1 sided
& mildly untraditional
…
& yet the kiss of a cadaver
is impossible to beat,
the conversation’s rubbish though
I’ve never heard ’em speak
…
how the war started
Accidentally I demagnetized your fridge, & suddenly your novelty magnets just won't stick. They merely all fall to the floor now that gravity runs its course, understandably you shall retaliate with force ...
oh, sunflowers
Sunflowers,
sunflowers,
a true summer beauty,
a highlight
of every year
,
they conjure pictures
as a dream
of cooking oil
& margarine,
stone cottage gardens
& of course,
severed ears
…
see sorcery
I found a Magic Keyring
last piss-wet evening,
it was of the highest calibre
a little bit like Excalibur
…
I was just messin’ about as usual
myself & my as-per muddle,
& there it fuckin’ was like (oooh)
shining resplendently in a puddle
…
It’s since vanished
…
post-doggerland amblings
Bend the round gap the mind, monkey cheeky seek & hide ... Peak the up gear in arse, English bracken bastard parse ... Shit a give don't ...Jumbled how, pothole invisible stumble now ... Like on carry but cloud low, look, it made almost soul unshook ...
beggars bay leaf
Crime,
it only pays lad
if you’re good
at being bad,
& stalks
they only talk back
if you’re another stalk
or mad
…
Most roads
-Yer, those
don’t lead to Rome,
& all slugs
are snails
without a home
…
Oh crime,
it only pays lad
if you’re good
at being bad
…
resarf poetry 