…
bend another then
the colour of your elbows
is turning in vernal
~
shades of vivaldi
his pizzas & hotels
or the winter of your mind
~
the gaps between the trees
where the birds bristle
the mistle thrush & robin
~
hoods on & hats down
in the cellar’s cool
cucumber harvest
~
festival fare
maidens & morris men
parsnips & panpipes
~
bursting big cloudy
lemonade bubbles
up from below
~
fibre in each flex
limbs & begin
when forever’s floating
…
…
i once drank enough
to understand pingu
for a few
blissful minutes
i was fluent in his language
…
…
unmatching socks
a hermitage indoors
up before the early birds
unjibby-jabbed
wobbles with each step
safety in numberless
solo jaunts
coffee stained brain
scattergraph that
cheese & pickle cobwebs
best before last century
like everything else
library lover
but under no yoke
claudine fork that
thoughtforms spur
bursts of brighter dawns
& mizzle in the midlands
excalibur
is a poundland pen
when is then now
i am not a cow
hazier than daisy
let the bellends knell
…
…
cobwebs for breakfast
trapped into a coroner
cue those dancing hedgehogs
& silent pyrotechnics
oh former covid wardens
…
…
mixing on unfolded decks
lounger sounds & breaks
folk on me sofa
chaise longue epics
& rocking horse beats
…
…
last seen on the moors
in a puddle of himself
watch your step walking
…
…
kosh o’ clock
quarter past curtains
ten to let’s be ‘avin’ you
every ruddy mayday
s.o.s p.m
…
…
cornflakes & quarter moons
but first a second guess
a golden labrador mat
fifteen across
milk chocolate teapots
seven down now, please
plus the loopholes in your
orthopaedic shoelaces
& those gobby mute swans
…
…
last seen lost & wandering
without a cagoule
on a saint swithun’s eve
as the western then blew
grey clouds in some more
…
…
unbroken toes
velcro on both elbows
so the odd is off
greener than grass
yesterday’s grey sky
is stuck in the pantry
try diagonal
reallign us right
less trodden footpaths
those beyond the crossroads
the phantom first of many
last quarter moons
afternoons & mud baths
fruit bats & musical
obtuse interludes
beckon like cornflakes
or a flaming moth
& other plasma pals
risen is the oak
the birch is still a burk
pour more coffee
…
resarf poetry 