lobtailling, wassailing cloisters, spume, elbow grease. transpose, holy ghost, hydrogen - helium, thought, police. song, swan, wheelbarrows, buoy, ploy - hoi poloi! cosmic stuff, jigsaw, see saw blink destroyed ...
Poems
what friends are for
Let them eat Kate let them eat Dave let them eat Sue she's on the menu too. Let them eat Brian let them eat Ryan let them eat Hugh ideally in a stew. Let them eat Eve let them eat Steve spit roasted on a rotisserie. Let them eat Martha let them eat Arthur let them eat Clara - yes everyone but me ...
oh bother…
I've never worn clogs on a Wednesday or winked at an owl of an eve nor lobbed a potato at a bust of Plato yet many gullible people still they believe. That I often sing sea shanties whilst in Switzerland plus chuckle at their alpine mackerel skies these are a pack o' lies the usual shite - it's no surprise but whose behind these nasty vicious rumours & why? ...
sunday sermon
Many great tales shall remain untold there's cold in warmth there's warmth in cold there's sanity in madness & happiness in sadness plus misfortune in luck 'cause God's a fickle fuck. Amen ...
the nether regions
Travellers often stop, prod & ask us when I'm pretending to be asleep on tardy cobbled streets 'excuse me, do you know the way to Holland please?' & I reply 'why, certainly' then I gesture duly East. I hope they're good swimmers ...
multiple discharges
The incident with the euphonium that triggered sheer pandemonium, the day it almost snowed in August heralding a darker dawn chorus or the time when you disguised your reflection yet it still looked exactly like you - aye ink all these things & write it right through ...
them chattering
Always on a missive but never from God superstitions intermissions probably just odd misleading breezes but the branches still sing scrap yards & scratch cards most days mean these things ...
prayer poem
Dearest Gods of the Air then of course Jesus & the other 1 Lord please ban vintage steam fairs nasty dreams & all wars. Bad smells & smart cars the cult of celebrity glove puppets jumping on their own from opened cupboards & the piss-take annoying vagueness of brevity. Plus can we have more Butterflies in January? Will I go to HELL if I prefer dirty-sliced-white over granary? Are grey squirrels really a species or just that little bit older? Alleyways nice 1 4 glistening-listening & lifting these chips - in a bit off my shoulder. (AmEnd) ...
old scientists
Old school science shit text-books you were far too dated then with graphs 'n' graphics of a former century & black & white photographs glum fuzzy hairy men. Plus women with the thickest glasses in Christendom it's amazing how we have a population now I hated you 'cause you weren't English or History but somehow I still keep you -which is a fucking mystery ...
puddle power
Yes Puddles are alive in a variety of shapey-sizes from 1 droplet of Puddle-Stuff to 2 thirds of the Earth. The bits that stagger Puddles are classed as 'Streams' 'Big Streams' or 'Land' strange heathen places despised by Ye Gods so everyday these Puddles EXPAND ...
resarf poetry 