tutankhamun ( a while ago ) the little matchstick john the baptist dodi fayed dodo are all quite dead yet stuff still thrives it's wobbly in places but july's alive ...
Poetry
( longer than expected )
les queried the length of a country mile so les set out on foot through field - o'er stile until les could know as no figure exists that was twelve years ago we've not seen him since ...
secret temporal twins
siegfried & vidal sassoon were separated at birth one did shampoo one wrote of war's horrors then hunted foxes ( ? ) via time travel & a mire of paradoxes ( ssshh ) ...
the age of dust
the age of dust inevitably beckons every fleeting precious second brings us closer swings their way dust thrives on time born of decay it spreads from old books unloved lofts neglected hay barns ghostly wafts of sunday stuff our musty past once thought long gone now back at last ...
mid-drift
they're flipping ticking riddles like a stringy piece of rope how long? that varies though the fickle so-&-sos yes they're unknown factor bastards with a mind of their own but attention spans they know when it's time to go ...
mongers
sometimes i wonder who's the greatest monger among the many mongers everywhere ( ? ) maybe it's cheese, fish, iron or war but then again yes there's always scare ...
gravy trains
gravy trains yes trains of gravy saucy stuff them saucy savoury wait at the station platform 3 'all aboard' & the rest is easy ...
the incredible-flexible poem
the incredible-flexible poem this poem is gymnastic the incredible-flexible poem octopus-esque elastic the incredible-flexible poem stretchy stretchy fantastic the incredible-flexible poem oh, shittabrick i've snapped it ...
sea shell shit
she sells sea shells on the sea shore he sells sea shells he sells more so she put a special offer on buy 3 get 4 he retaliated - SEA SHELL WAR ...
( when outnumbered )
there's an otter in me kitchen sploshing in the sink whilst i try to write a poem concentration's on the blink there's a lion in me living room asleep on the settee i want to watch the wright stuff but i best leave it be there's a camel in me bathroom a camel? - oh my gosh several shrews on the stairs in the bog; an arctic fox & there's a gnu in me bedroom so what else can i do? seeing as this house belongs to them now i'll be the first ever man to escape from the zoo ...
resarf poetry 