shat that space is well beyond our understanding each time i peep up from the blinds it's still expanding into what? shite knows we haven't a clue but on a good night the mind expands too (x) ...
shat that space is well beyond our understanding each time i peep up from the blinds it's still expanding into what? shite knows we haven't a clue but on a good night the mind expands too (x) ...
patrick webber made it up in the bath then later told alexander handstand for a laugh now alexander handstand is a gullible soul which aint in any dictionary yes on the bollocks rolled so alexander handstand nattered with that denise quiche who contacted the tabloid press then in due course - police thence the tabloid press went shit-ape oh those vultures often do as we're all innocent until guilty or near enough but everyone knew thus it must be true ... (the end)
warning signs - alarm bells the songs of enya death knells entrails - chem trails ingrown toe nails vintage steam fairs - hiccups then lightning struck the bishop oh warning signs - alarm bells foretell with reason mean well ...
dear my dear tiger tin in which i keep stuff 'n' things you were £1 in poundland you were bought on a whim since then through thick & thin from front rooms to festivals i cant be without you essential as testicles yes without you one's lost like grime without wiley or countdown sans perving at rachel riley oh my dear tiger tin in which i keep shit 'n' things i fucking love you oddly my heart sings x ...
the milkman with a wooden leg still hobbled through his rounds the milkman with a wooden leg dint let said leg get him down the milkman with a wooden leg still did what milkmen do so after 9 months or so of starting his job most local newborn babies had a wooden leg too ...
the man with no nostrils still had a nose 'til one day a big sneeze where does it go? the man with with no nostrils still had a nose 'til one day a big sneeze his head explodes ...
if you don't recall the sixties then you probably won't born yet but they say if you remember them you weren't really there so you must've been there & it must've been shit-ape a decade of mind-wipe a decade of YEAH ...
a brownfield site among the shite on a wank december's night a sewage farm the bowels of hell a plague pit piled vile sights - foul smells a crash-smash drenched in weeping rain among the bits of plane meets train or a y'oldey war - those cannon balls nah, that's no place for a picnic at all ...
let's plod these meadows leagues & yards the sunshine turns the sheep shit hard them hedgerows sing of bits of spring charybdis an opening the buttercups are yellowing the bluebells ring the nettles sting so let's roam this shat for bastard miles plus once upon a nackered stile i found a wallet with loads of cash in it so i kept it ... ( ... author nodes ... sometimes poems ... just end ... the don't end-end, they just end, sorry about that ... )
knit for britain knit for mittens knit for jesus et al knit toy mice for kittens knit for its therapy knit for the therapists knit balaclavas for hooligans & terrorists knit for the faerie folke knit for your family knit together black holes knit for reality knit for warm winter scarves knit through all shit knit for infinity knit knit knit knit ...