he of brighter bicycles

~

he of brighter bicycles ( selcycib rethgirb fo eh )

i’m a breathing pantomime

sings the scribbled ink

      with some super glue

      stick a pube or two

he of brighter bicycles

an easter egregore

      all is throbbing thickets

      & toads upon toadstools

rabbits not rubble

the catch is in the double

     trembles of treble

      as hares box the air

hespero & i

wandered of a morning

      on the road of romans

      quarrymen & drovers

time is like a light

in the dim of thought

      nought is but an egg

      scrambling the smeg

weaver of before

in the mirror – rayed

      ‘fore the dawn’s middle eight

       & chorus to fade

we are collectors

~~~

we are collectors by ndiwjei2ye2y3yy34y

~



when we collect things

we become collectors

as we build up a collection

of sorts


like blue magazines

or antique trampolines

no pressure

the decision is yours


& then down the line

we can sell this collection

& all the possessions

that we own


but we can still collect dust

one's wits & one's thoughts

as we plan what to collect next

naked & alone

...





 

always keep a handkerchief

~~~~~~~~~

always keep a handkerchief by han d kerchief

~~~



always keep a handkerchief

tissues soon reduce to mush

come a downpour


pretend that you're a viscount

most strangers are killers

but try to get out more


consider the bee in clover

but never dare to see

golf's dark appeal


always keep a handkerchief

go to bed around the same time

eat 3 square meals

...





 

excuse me, i’m a poet

~~~~~~~~~~

excuse me, i’m a poet by tom tarpaulin

~~~



excuse me, i'm a poet

yes poet coming through

we love all the pointless things

as that's what poets do

excuse me, i'm a poet

& poets can jump queues

then get special discounts

coz we're not plebs like you


excuse me, i'm a poet

behold my mighty pen

all my friends are poets

i don't have any friends

excuse me, i'm a poet

this gift is a godsend

destined to bore so blame the lord

until my fitting end


thank you

...







 

floaty ghosts

~~~~~~~~~

floaty ghosts yvette ing-process

~~~


floaty ghosts

restless

hauntings

momentum

springtime

a crocus

restless

no focus

cheese rolling

multi-plug

cobwebs

delusions

am i florence nightingale?

maybe

confusion

are you isaac newton?

momentum

& hauntings

late spring

midwinter

potholing is

daunting

from pheasant

to peasant

from pauper

to crown

atishoo atishoo

we all fall down

...