Well, the love of a corpse
is completely unconditional,
albeit 1 sided
& mildly untraditional
…
& yet the kiss of a cadaver
is impossible to beat,
the conversation’s rubbish though
I’ve never heard ’em speak
…
Poetry
how the war started
Accidentally I demagnetized your fridge, & suddenly your novelty magnets just won't stick. They merely all fall to the floor now that gravity runs its course, understandably you shall retaliate with force ...
oh, sunflowers
Sunflowers,
sunflowers,
a true summer beauty,
a highlight
of every year
,
they conjure pictures
as a dream
of cooking oil
& margarine,
stone cottage gardens
& of course,
severed ears
…
see sorcery
I found a Magic Keyring
last piss-wet evening,
it was of the highest calibre
a little bit like Excalibur
…
I was just messin’ about as usual
myself & my as-per muddle,
& there it fuckin’ was like (oooh)
shining resplendently in a puddle
…
It’s since vanished
…
post-doggerland amblings
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 ...
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
…
resarf poetry 