Bend the round gap the mind, monkey cheeky seek & hide ... Peak the up gear in arse, English bracken bastard parse ... Shit a give don't ...Jumbled how, pothole invisible stumble now ... Like on carry but cloud low, look, it made almost soul unshook ...
Poetry
beggars bay leaf
Crime,
it only pays lad
if you’re good
at being bad,
& stalks
they only talk back
if you’re another stalk
or mad
…
Most roads
-Yer, those
don’t lead to Rome,
& all slugs
are snails
without a home
…
Oh crime,
it only pays lad
if you’re good
at being bad
…
techniques
Osmosis
is
the
only
way
to
read
I
find
,
you
put
your
hand
on
the
page
&
absorb
the
ink
straight
into
your
mind
.
Try it
…
bric-à-brac & bricks
Don’t be daft
& rock the raft
or dismantle
the kettle,
as you may well drown
in the idiom ocean
or struggle
to reassemble
…
Let lazy dogs doze
or they might bite off your nose
& rip your fuckin’ face
to shit,
no, today just play it beige
in the enthralling world of vague,
just bric-à-brac
-that’s it
& bits
of bricks
…
Amen
…
barbarians & librarians
…
Barbarians & Librarians
are a thoroughly different bunch,
1 bevy rape, pillage & plunder
whilst the other nips out
for a sandwich at lunch
…
One lot lose the plot
& then they go berserk,
the other only stamp books
& tirelessly, quietly work
…
But which is which
?
…
still the telephone
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Well, I’m afraid that the telephone
is sadly very necessary,
despite sound progress with technology
there’s gaps in our telepathy
…
Plus pigeons have their limits
& messages in a bottle achieve shit all,
but I still look forward to the day
when my brain
is bothered by nuisance 3rd eyes
& withheld psychic calls
…
the dog’s buccolics
Back in the green a true pastoral scene, an external chapel a wish in Winter's dream ... Be it meadow, peak or bracken wherever chance & stuff may happen, the splendour shall possess & gently caress you shall be taken abacken ... By the ambrosial leaves & part-time bees the enchanting beauty, oh so serene, but when it then gets too much & you've now had enough just insert sumit like: Fuckin' obscene ...
easily in the top 7
Sunday,
Sunday,
a walk up as hill
a time for climb & chill,
good view snooze
…
Sunday,
Sunday,
today is God’s day off
which encourages lazy sods,
he started it
…
Sunday,
Sunday,
like Saturday but on Valium
a gentle deadening of the pallium,
pre-Mond’ fix
…
Oh Sunday,
Sunday,
you quiet bland fizzly peak
your beige shades are quite unique,
please come back in a week
…
dark weekend
Come to my shed endorse undead, you can be the 2nd member of my Saturday Satan Club. We'll paint our nails, shun nature trails & scowl with intent until the cows come down from the dales & kill us, violently, possibly, hopefully, you never know like ... Please x
cogitations at dusk
Evening,
like the afternoon like
but closer to night,
a dwindling
& mingling
of light time & dark
-a nightingale
hark!
No, wait,
it’s still a thrush,
cogitations at dusk
…
Evening (x 2)
It’s also a greeting
plus a well worn metaphor
for the-elderly-&-permanently-fleeting,
a twinkling
of not too long
this glistening song
-oh shit!
I’ve left the iron on
…
resarf poetry 