you should get into politics that's what folk say which never means you should do it just means go away even i know that one no need to huff or scoff you should get into politics i.e fuck off ...
Poetry
some winter madness
well this shit kicked in on the night after epiphany quite possibly a delayed reaction great uncle wet wipes dozed as the moon mooned surreptitiously yet magnet-esquely hence the attraction it was musical in places staggered bits of polyphony confusing them snow fields with song plus all the goats went flemish throughout this wonky mystery but come the first of april well whatever it was had gone ( the end ) ...
( ? ) where to go ( ? )
well south of here is far too hot your shoes will melt your clogs will burn sand demons - plenty disease - lots a squinting hell you'll soon return but north of here is far too cold there's yetis frostbite - soon takes hold so just stay here the perfect spot aye so say i & goldilocks ...
diary inquiry
dearest latest diary just an inquiry have you been reading you ( ? ) as if so well - you've no right to in particular the footnotes i'll burn you like the others if it's true ( x ) ...
jumbled wonderland
in this jumbled wonderland where some sky is on the ground as grazing all around are these four-legged clouds which folk call sheep not the catchiest of names but they call themselves baa i suppose it's all the same ( ? ) ...
meringue harangue
have you ever been harangued in regards to meringues ( ? ) & when the diatribe's finally over you despise pavlova ( ? ) ( just wondering ) ( ? ) ...
july’s alive
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 ...
( 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 ...
