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

...

















the old gods here

Yes, the old gods here

have been very quiet now

for coming-on-at-least-a-ooh-good-week,

without 1 cheery warning

or blatantly divine sign

no, not a single boo, whisper or peep.





Have they gone on holiday

or have their powers gone away

or maybe they're planning

a surprise nasty flood?

Maybe it's virus-related

or possibly 'family problems'

- I think they need more blood

 x



...





separate waves



Having agreed

this heliotrope

had at least 10 minds

of its own,

we re-attired

our duffled coats

& trundled our separate waves

home

(s)




Wheruponst 

1 conversed

with the souls of the very nearly

 cursed,

ate a nectarine,

ran an ice bath

then buggered off to Bedfordshire

as all energy

dispersed.




They 

on the other foot

ate soot,

& watched some LIVE

abstract mime

shot put.




No one really won.




Apparently it was shit

...