Weekend witches & Beltane pagans once yearly-nearly ramblers & blue moon dabblers. Wedding drinkers & funeral weepers occasional tables the occasionally unstable. Hy-Brasil & déjà vu a solar eclipse or the Phoenix, of course too. Brief glimpses of HELL & scarlet pimpernels plus fuck-it-that'll-do rhymers - bloody part-timers ...
Rhymes
the 1st of feb
Head contrary on the 1st of February as impending Candlemas hangs thick in the air just like congealed school custard sans the upper skin layer white rabbits - white rabbits or a pair of mountain hares? Beyond the edgelands of January into the rugged vast of where? Fuck knows - early days again no wings but whims & a prayer x ...
sunday sermon
Many great tales shall remain untold there's cold in warmth there's warmth in cold there's sanity in madness & happiness in sadness plus misfortune in luck 'cause God's a fickle fuck. Amen ...
hellmarked
There's a trick up your sleeve & a hoax in your coat there's a ruse in your shoes subterfuge - shades of goat. There's a hole in your soul & request from from below yes 'bring me the rest' so mind how you go ...
new strangery who
You aint from around these here be parts have you come to steal our donkeys our carts & rustle our sheep then murder us in our sleep with a musket to the head or rusty tent peg through the heart ? As you aint from these vales & hillsides have you roamed over dales far & wide under various aliases assumed - lies - disguised to come for our daughters our tractors plus wives ? As you aint local-yokel it's true if you were we'd all recognise you so we'll keep our close eyes on new strangery who whilst silently praying that you're just passing through. "Go on, fuck off" ...
some lines on highwaymen & root vegetables
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 ...
all geese are nazis when they walk
All geese are Nazis when they walk - no silly talk it's POLITICS not twaddle. Even if it's just another goosey-gander-waddle; webbed feet left 1st then right they're terribly Third Reich ...
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 ...
can i borrow a pen?
I don't suppose there's any chance that I could borrow a pen ? 1 is soon to become a wealthy sheikh -I'll bless you back with a 1000 & 10. Plus wives & camels, now there's 1 for the annals & it's all just a matter of when. So be it ballpoint, quill or Biro -Oh I don't really mind no. As right now I could truly murder 1 o' them ...
socks ‘n’ violins
My pet courgette is utterly obtused, by the uppity little toss-shit Tunbridge Wells. She says he can only but smell & that he's her blazing vision of HELL, so we both wish evil spells on Tunbridge Wells x ... author notes: i'm in the process of moving. posts will be sporadic for the time being. things can be stressful & require patience. we get there. usual nonsense-bollox will resume shortly. breast wishes, resarf does poetry ...
resarf poetry 