Whilst Winter blue skies improvise & experiment with abstract mime I thought of Hilda with her wonky eyes her prosthetic chin her resurrected grin. Her distinct body odour aye - it's definitely over there was asbestos in her loft there were cobwebs in her shed yes - the curate tried to warn her about the shadow of madness but oh my Hilda I killed 'er & now she's dead dead dead x ...
Poetry
on the almonds
batten up the hatches lock up your armbands lob aside your stabilisers experiment with marzipan but not frangipane start on that stuff first then see how sick you feel how much your head hurts it's very moreish ...
the monkey in me
Whilst climbing trees to feel closer to God & perchance clasp the beard of the cheeky old sod something simian stirred from pre-human history in its current Chinese year - it's the monkey in me. Yes, there's a monkey in me there's a monkey in you there's a monkey in the vicar & your mother obviously too as evolution does its things in regards to time & ape but we're not that different really 'cause everyone's primate ...
rambling on
outside far & wide conscious streams daydreams. hedge rush headrows wonderings time slows. mind goes off paths ponderings lost track. fresh air everywhere modern world don't care ...
watching stars die
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 ...
people change
I used to feel obliged to write haiku so now I don't bother for the very same reason & I used to rest my faith on the Queen as head of state yet now I dream of regicide & valid acts of treason. People change x ...
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 ...
faffin’ about
We're faffin' about but just the usual gubbins no trouble or owt. No blood has been drawn here no broken bones nowt. Nothing is destroyed yet nothing gets done we're faffin' about & it's harmless fun ...
turvy topsy
When I woke up this morning stuff was upside down the land was in the heavens & the clouds were on the ground everywhere's a new perspective with surprises abound so I think they should keep things ʇɥᴉs ʍɐʎ ɐɹonup ...
rest on mantelpiece
Yes several bridges & a stile former once fond memories of yesterwhile. Babylon of hanging gardens & Cuneiform, Pudding Lane, Ellisa, old school uniform. Minor acts of arson like the bandstand in the park, Nero's Rome, Barbara Hepworth & of course Joan of Arc. Evidence plus dead pets whom I remember with affection so please rest on mantelpiece - peace my urn collection x ...
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