half a carton of weasel juice

Words emerge

from drought to surge,

a smattering / splurge

of urge

then purge.

Or whimsy

& possibly jollity,

a scattering of frivolity

plus ideally probably:

OdDiTy

…

That’s it

…

a possible amendment…

There's never any blurb
on the back of The Bible
but there should be
...

(because)

There's never a Biro
or black marker pen
when you need one
...

(but what to write?)








...

a field day

There's head gloop
as swifts swoop,
oh bless you!
A tissue
...


There's mish mash
in mash mish,
I wish that
relaxes
...


Plus daisies
sun lazy,
so stay me
be hazy
...


There's head gloop
as swifts swoop,
oh bless you!
A tissue?
...

under tarpaulin

I woke up this mornin'
under a sheet of tarpaulin,
I forged a small air hole above m' head
& then I went back to bed.

Cuh!
Who needs ditches nowadays eh?
'Drainage'
'Drainage'
I hear you say.

'Drainage'
'Drainage'
& you're probably right,
for February 'tis known 
as the month of fill-dyke
- no chucklin' in the corners please
I know what you're like.

'Drainage'

...

a note on a post

Missing,

have you please seen my marbles?

& if so

is there any chance

that I can get ’em back

Plus my Eva Braun calendar,

a Barbary Ape that gargles,

a lark’s tongue engraved in solid shat

& the usual, standard bollocks

in regards to a child & cat

…

psss & shush…

in a former life

i was a carrot

but i'm not telling you which variety

& there are loads to choose from


it's good to have secrets

how to writing process…



Chuckle,

as the proverbial octopus

then squirt your imaginary ink,

without a single further face frown or blink,

try it please

it might help you think

...




& scribble

as a demented barn own

then your poetical pellets excrete,

sans question or query or fuckin' explete'!

Try it like & trust me mate

it's quality sheet

...

everybody’s ovine nowadays

One’s grazing

again

–

On scrawled words

to sustain

–

A strange balance

& semblance

–

& stave off

the sane

…

musings on teeth & bees


People with no teeth
& no false teeth
trying to speak
are always a right bastard to understand.



It's a bit like if we zapped bees
& made them human size
with human brains like we
because bees don't have teeth
not like us but
they could buzz intelligently
plus with 6 limbs
they could easily wave semaphore.



I would pay too much money to see that.



Shit loads & that
...

mid afternoon jigsaw

Shitta brick!

I know now

what this jigsaw’s gonna be,

you never should have shown us the box

You have now sadly deprived me

of wondery

& mystery,

plus the thrills & high octane,

& oh

the shocks

…

It’s Satan again

…

resarf poetry

( ? )

Poem