A fairly nondescript inanimate object
in a fairly nondescript dream,
to be honest it was quite blurry in places
yet maybe you’ll understand what it all means
…
There were bits of bits of bits there
& fragments of parts of stuff,
& possibly some other things
but hopefully that’s enough
…
It was definitely a Wednesday & I met Nessy
& I think I might have heard the Sirens sing,
plus my old Chemistry teacher dressed as a French maid
-cuh! 1 of these nights we’ll be able to record these things
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A dawdle & a plod
through this & not,
with focus-off
plus hope & what
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Knock, knock – who cares?
The bullocks stare
& fencing hares
-look, over there
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Whilst herons stalk
a pheasant talks
of serpent’s forks
yet pleasant walks
…
A dawdle & a plod
through this & not,
as clover buzzes
& focus unfuzzes
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Dark Arts & Witchcraft Fairs
there’s 1 next Tuesday
& I’ll likely see you there
…
If it’s cthonic then they’re on it
anything sinister
they’ve got it
…
Yes be it Evil & Satanic
they are well stocked
& ‘ll probably have it
…
No curse tablet too nasty,
no sorcerer’s hat too tall
–
it’s in the church hall
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Good Heavens
(!)
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Transparent is the greatest of all of the colours, it's never ever dazzly lest piss off the others ... It lets them all shine through it covers not nor smothers, Transparent is the greatest of all of the colours ... Now where's it gone ? ...
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
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That’s it
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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?) ...
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? ...
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' ...
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
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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
resarf poetry 