restless legs lead to awkward struts trembly scoring encoring definitely wembley then it spread to both elbows inevitably kicked in so in the absence of a cure i sort of walk like a chicken ...
Poems
sunday morning stuff
hark a chorus lawnmowers the odd rebel hedge trimming weather permitting then strimming pond life tadpoles swimming woodpecker lesser spotted bird feeder still goddit blood & vomit in places saturday's pavement traces x ...
face the graze-phase
greenery scenery not up to much gradually feasting chewing the cud. grazing not waning bollocks 'n' mirth takin' my time like eat off the Earth ...
edward iii
if unmonitored this watch goes historical its cogs drag us back into the depths of the past just this morning we awakened in the 14th century temporally far from home when edward iii was on the throne ...
vernal ditherings
springtime never really dies instead out of season it hides & skives yet old ewes & rams were once new lambs there are traces of spring in everything then cometh the owl it launches an attack a dawn raiding party then winter is sacked yes death to death breathe life on black aye it's called springtime 'cause it always bounces back ...
dab A.D
somersaults the summer solstice sonic booms ussain boltish hyperspace & silly faces sprinting cheetahs stinking freezers x ...
a pause
there's a word in your ear half-stuck in its entrance as another word dithers on the tip of your tongue then sometimes pins & needles on your fingertips are tingles of words awaiting ink & paper still unwritten, unbecome,unsung - hurry up ...
as tough as old walls
drystone walls they reign over this land great baseborn barriers maintained by man bricks placed by hand all weather - withstand enduring time's span because they're hard because they can ...
…of process the in
handstands & back flips gymnastic bastards upside down bat-kips theatrics catnip rub against magnets phantasmic elastic another day - average write this shite that's it ...
dawn of the bud
on the brink of the incipient the coming of the budding on the verge of the scourge of that infernal vernal it mocks from the branches with embryonic glances 'fear us now' it's telling me 'our sticky bud supremacy' ...
