Story

some winter madness

 



well this shit kicked in

on the night after epiphany

quite possibly

a delayed reaction


great uncle wet wipes dozed

as the moon mooned surreptitiously

yet magnet-esquely

hence the attraction


it was musical in places

 staggered bits of polyphony

confusing them snow fields

with song


plus all the goats went flemish

throughout this wonky mystery

but come the first of april

well

whatever it was had gone


( the end )

...

 

mr norris changes brains

 


this poem thinks david icke is secret-chief-lizard

this poem skips in blizzards

like a jaunty winter wizard


this poem sniffs big marker pens & glue

this poem wears cagoules

'cause this poem's cool


this poem has blisters on both of its heels

beneath odd-socked feet

odd socks appeal

 ( ? )


oh & this poem knows that the world will end

when the u-bend industry

 goes round the bend - yeh, then

- is this a poem

( ? )




( please )

...

 

query shat

 

how well

do you know

the archbishop of canterbury?

have you decrypted

our impossible

code?

have you ever seen

the loch ness monster

on a wednesday?

do you really know

where echoes

faintly go?


have you ever been trapped

down a well

for a fortnight?

or stroked a yeti

gently?

lovely ears

do know stuff about like

the bits beyond 

them black holes?

- well in that case

why are you here

( ? ) 

...