Poetry

while poem

…

while the wise crow flies

in zig-zag directions

while onion dicers weep

& the resting dough expands

while the soap star dies

& the stunt man explodes

while occasional tables

pretend that they’re a chair

while your air guitar

gently plucks a scale &

while the curate’s egg

is scrambled for your breakfast

while temporary bus stops

disappear from here again

i’ll write another postcard

to your uncle rose in scunthorpe

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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 )

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fifty p in change

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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

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