D' you ever have that dream where your Dick Turpin? 'Stand & deliver' robbing the rich of jewellery 'n' dosh. Then you wake up of a morning with your arms around a turnip & no one wants to fill in those gaps so God bless sweet dreams & memory loss x ...
Poetry
prayer poem
Dearest Gods of the Air then of course Jesus & the other 1 Lord please ban vintage steam fairs nasty dreams & all wars. Bad smells & smart cars the cult of celebrity glove puppets jumping on their own from opened cupboards & the piss-take annoying vagueness of brevity. Plus can we have more Butterflies in January? Will I go to HELL if I prefer dirty-sliced-white over granary? Are grey squirrels really a species or just that little bit older? Alleyways nice 1 4 glistening-listening & lifting these chips - in a bit off my shoulder. (AmEnd) ...
mind the gaps
Apparently it's gaps that are key as gaps make the whole thing breathe but please remain wary of the spaces that you leave or these gaps they might take over words are our sanctuary ...
old scientists
Old school science shit text-books you were far too dated then with graphs 'n' graphics of a former century & black & white photographs glum fuzzy hairy men. Plus women with the thickest glasses in Christendom it's amazing how we have a population now I hated you 'cause you weren't English or History but somehow I still keep you -which is a fucking mystery ...
often but mainly then
Some statues frown the proper cheeky ones wink the Turin Shroud novelty tea towel blinked as shadow figures pass between which should scare or surprise almost unseen from the corners of my eyes ...
how they make freckles
You put your left hand in your left hand out wait 'til next April then shake the mucus out whilst scattering Natterjack Toad bones libations of Irn Bru plus offerings of Toblerone a pocketful of rye then a Mind's Eye of imply & that might do it it's worth a try ...
a night in the life of a moon-shunner
They shun the Moon its Magic beams then sleep in overlapping dreams of a world without Wolves safe from harm or scare then they wake up like a lightning bolt & check their palms for hair ...
behind closed doors
What lies in store behind closed doors they're magical places surprises galore ? Who knows from here our thoughts are extraneous; a battered old garden or a Narnia for atheists ? ...
puddle power
Yes Puddles are alive in a variety of shapey-sizes from 1 droplet of Puddle-Stuff to 2 thirds of the Earth. The bits that stagger Puddles are classed as 'Streams' 'Big Streams' or 'Land' strange heathen places despised by Ye Gods so everyday these Puddles EXPAND ...
grow your own toenails
Grow your own toenails breathe your own air scratch your own itchy arse moan at that there. Perform your own pantomime eat your own toast whilst life-permitting then be your own ghost ...
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