how to fly

You'll never actually fly fly

aye

sadly that's ridiculous

unless you have loads of feather-stuff

attached to both your arm-things

yet then you'd TWAT into the sea

(cite daft Icarus)





But there's always metaphor

of course

& beyond this

in a sortofishy

allegory

plus dead tough drugs

i.e

Nurofen Plus

a mate of mine once dropped 3.





Fuckin' nutter

...

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

...

doctor’s orders


A smallish dose

of chaos

should be taken

everyday;

a tablespoon

of turmoil,

3 teaspoons

 of disarray, 

20mg 

of topsy-turvy,

a rat's nest

in a pockets worth

of tempest

plus half a puddle

of tumultuous muddle

- repeat until completely compos mentis

...

prayer poem

Dearest Gods of the Air

then of course

Jesus & the other 1 Lord

please ban vintage steam fairs

nasty dreams & all wars.






Bad smells & smart cars

the cult of celebrity

glove puppets jumping on their own

from opened cupboards

& the piss-take annoying vagueness

of brevity.





Plus can we have more Butterflies in January?

Will I go to HELL

if I prefer dirty-sliced-white over granary?

Are grey squirrels really a species

or just that little bit older?

Alleyways nice 1 4 glistening-listening

& lifting these chips - in a bit

off my shoulder.





(AmEnd)

...

mind the gaps



Apparently it's      gaps

that are            key

as gaps make the whole thing





breathe

but please remain wary

of the      spaces

that you leave

or these gaps they might take over











words are our sanctuary

...

codswallop & toss bollocks

Pointless

like the n in column,

a really shit

or possibly confused sword

or Richard Osman.





Whitsun,

Christmas

- yes the possibilities aren't list-less.





Culinary mushrooms,

pot holing,

welly wanging

& cheese rolling.





Murder,

horrible things,

nice people

- oh & salt & vinegar crisps

plus probably reading this.

Sorry

...

this hum

There was this hum in the air

from nothing much

in particular

- just a collective mix abuzz

from bits of things

& stuff.




So I decided to join in

& with a Trad. Folk tune

didst bombinate

- in the hope that music might catch on

& this drone elevate

then dominate.




It remained a solo effort

...

the moral maze

Cars often

pull over

& ask me

for directions

for example

'Where's Gibblet's Lane?'




& if I know

I'll answer

their question,

to aid them 

on their procession

out of the kindness

of my heart

-It's no strain 

or pain.




However,

if I haven't got

a clue

e.g

'Where's Garroter's Avenue?'

I'll just make

something up

all the same.




On the off-chance

that I'm 

right,

as you clever

ever know

it might,

& either way

I'll probably

never see them

again

...

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 

...

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

( ? )

Shit

how to fly

hellmarked

doctor’s orders

prayer poem

mind the gaps

this hum

the moral maze

the dog’s buccolics

cogitations at dusk