phantom tangents


phantom tangents by crispin comma



wet wipe ghost

sothic cycles

buttered toast


& cantaloupes


lost en route



how d'you do?


foxes too

badgers - badges

ramparts - rampant

same again please

phantom tangents



there the pastry folk dwell


there the pastry folk dwell by so far today just tea & look what happens anyway …


under earth's fragile crust

well there is no hell

but the planet is hollow

there the pastry folk dwell

it's a secret society

/ pastry based race

their bodies skin is choux

shortcrust is their head / face

so ignore modern science

with its gobshite shite lies

coz it's more jules verne

meets some pasties & pies

their capital's flanballah

it's a quiche meets citadel

it's breath taking in springtime

there the pastry folk dwell