…
yes, my carbonated mate
is best served from the fridge
slurp him high on chemicals
he’s coloured artificial
been bubbly since bright youth
& still slightly uncouth
he’s mister fizzle out
( he’ll be flat in half an hour )
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Poems
uncle susan’s diary
…
gathered like a teatime
guaranteed a deep, deep
sigh & an eye-roll
over the clover leaves
from the greenest pasture
gone like a cuckoo
toodleooh then
since wore more pringle
& rediscovered ovaltine
since was slowly down
a grainy midlands town
vast glacial cracks
until one magic june’s
rainbow revelation
rebooted, regenerated
life on the patches
after the wife ran
off with the milkman’s cousin
todger intact
thank god for that, though
( free online to read )
…
i stand on the bandstand
…
once upon a picnic
lemonade in hand
cheese & pickle me, please
if the which is sand
pardon then & marbles
as the peach is canned
daze a haze of gravy
in the greenest land
time is like the blossom
when the day is blue
we became a statue
speckled i & you
thee, the gleaming milksop
’til the pale is tanned
i stand on the bandtstand
but am not in the band
…
man eats moon
…
man eats moon
move over mozart
mars is next
…
intermission six trillion f
…
breaking news
the elephant hawk moth
isn’t an elephant
or a hawk
but may still be a moth
( we’ll keep you updated )
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fifty p in change
…
fifty p in change
underneath the sofa
eight greylags
vee a skein above
honking over rooftops
slates & chimney pots
sixty six freckles
upon your uncle’s arse cheeks
gravy skin suit
the parson’s nose job
best before the twenty eighth
reheat on gas mark four
pardon my parsnips
slide like a friday
thirty three minutes past
two in the afternoon
…
the darling buds of maybe
…
yes, perchance the ants will dance
in a bumpkin’s barn
probably the breeze will sneeze
beavers dam & darn
badgers might invade peru
if the sapling twigs
beanstalks scratch magonia
penguins fly with pigs
fatter lambs on pastures graze
scotch egg hatchlings preen
poets unwrite purple prose
traffic lights stay green
certain stirs more than the rest
yet that west wind blows
southern norths & east again
up the parson’s nose
at a toss the sea could wave
at the midlands far
rubber chickens cross the road
as we umm an aah
balladeers with big ears could
bore us all again
woods in oakest albion
shelter us from rain
it’s likely – like v.d that
june is next as well
possibly the wasps will bee
if the bluebells knell
( ? )
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community comments page
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i stand with the snakes
the slugs & the snails
i blame the blameless
& the teachers of the parents
i was so offended
when the bots were not offended
i vote for so & so
& i despise the othered them
i think they should bring back
dodos & echoes
i agree – mixed aggregates
are a sort of lottery
i heart emojis
& shag the current thing flag
my condolences
to the latest dead z-lister
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calcium
…
atomic number twenty
the fifth most abundant
element on earth
as seen in limestone
gypsum or chalk
oh, builder of bone
you’re two ninety nine
for thirty tablets
in boots
…
( author notes )
boots is a shop
in case you’ve never heard of them
…
spatchcock friday
blessed bee thy bumbles
thy stumbles & thy staggers
but there’s daggers in the eyes
of the hi-vis enforcers
~
voltaire’s horse
bolted after thunderclaps
captain birdseye’s cousin
will meet you in the cubicles
~
bring your own sandwiches
& speak unspoken languages
fear the lollipop
the lady of mortlake
~
crematorium
we’re scrawling down in lieu
yes, in memoriam
plodded like all tennyson
~
the dismal drear of yesteryear
yes, drizzle disappear
a momentary tortoise shell
a herring-red admiral
~
or hannibal, the punic wars
but animals in human form
will scowl us tossers to
& fuckers fro, then home
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resarf poetry 