Poetry

can i stroke your poetry?

Can I stroke your poetry?

Is it tame?

Has it had the vaccinations?

Is it house-trained

& almost tolerant of children

or will maim my face

all hate & nasty machinations?





Can your poetry

do any mad tricks?

the surrealsome 6, hex twig sticks & back flips,

or bury a mouthy pheasant

or perchance chase a bone

- oh please tell me is your poetry

sweet lovely's true epitome

& free 

to a fairly goodish home?

...

random noctbservations


The sleepless sheep

can flockin' count themselves

cos part-time shepherds 

skive indoors,

a puzzle book

teeters

precipice - wonky shelf

as woodland turns,

sleep-swears

then snores.





A barn owl has

a dipole moment

whilst pastures doze

under Moon Cheese Head,

but then a bike in the village

plus a priceless trowel

are stolen

- they were askin' for it really,

UNLOCKED SHED.

Tut.

...

the brown stuff

Every poem is a turd

& we defecate these words,

as certain as that murder

deserves our condemnation

so obviously writer's block

is a form of constipation.





Yes every poem is a pooh - it's true

be it haiku, sonnet or epic,

they make us cry, laugh, love & think

but please bear in mind

that every shit stinks

...

quite ominous stuff

A loud thunder cloud clapped

then some scaffolding collapsed

as an evil wind blew

so the Queen followed-through.





A 1-headed magpie

exclaimed a single sad sigh

thence flew under a ladder

as the lunatics grew madder.





Plus all the cats were howling

& the turtle doves were growling

until it was clear to all

so bollocks to crystal balls.





Yes it's unjoyously unsurprising

there's shat nastiness arising

& this shite might get tough

coz that's quite ominous stuff

...

what we already know…

15% 

hate A over C

& 2/17ths of them lot

would y'know,

blatantly.





Plus in the area of 18/41sts

of these

would tumble-ARRHG-stumble

into the dreaded bracket E

thus excluding superstitions & rogue-erratic Whitsuns

at a roughly constant rate

of fairly 2.8.





Further,

as per pie-charts

Byzantine whispers, vistas

& Skylarks

19.~ Tuesdays

would fail to correlate

inciting potential hill fog & riots

as their stats abominate.





Yet 2/3 of murmurations

are allergic to cress

so why this really kicks-off

shall remain a game of chess

- yes,

here-be-lie the FACT-SHATS

cold, hard 'n' bare

& a Nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

...

terms in contradiction


Poetry is practically invincible

like a tough young Buddhist cat,

a ball-resistant moth

or a warfarin tolerant rat.





As poetry refuses to die

like a relative

- well fortified & remaining unconquerable,

with the keep tower standing proud

its lofty attic in the clouds

but in many ways

it's still very vulnerable

...

the sun is secretly belgian

The Sun is secretly Belgian

but it's never told a soul

like Eddie Merx,

Stella Artois

or the Smurfs

for fear of losing its sway

& control.





As some Sun worshippers

would demmand blood if they found out

& no doubt

switch their allegiences

to the moon (!),

oh the Sun is secretly Belgian

& Jupiter's diabetic

but don't tell a single sausage

or that sun will come for you

...