aye it was i who set fire to your windmill last whitsun then compelled as you cursed my prized-turnips you cursed my prized-turnips as i burned your windmill 'cause you cursed my prized-turnips - will we ever start learning ? ...
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stuff to do
there are still many energies that remain untapped such as every dog tail wagging a mass-wag or the collective spin of every hamster in its wheel so leave mater earth alone & let's make these energies REAL ...
thoughts on thoughts
thoughts come most go some throb some glow some prod some bite some come in pieces some fight some fright some charm some bear gifts with intent to harm some abstract-mime some dance but often it's ants in their pants some sing some wail some want my mind it's not for sale some suck with a straw some dazejà vu they've been in before some spark some extinguish some talk all foreign some dabble in english some sneak in through the tunnels some knock & say 'hello' thoughts come most go ...
let’s shun cardigans
let's shun cardigans but still pen poetry then it's like diving without the bit where you breathe into the depths of madness insanity's black vastness or if that's too much too soon then why not roll-up your sleeves ? ...
elcric lluf
on a clear day i can see cheeky faceless he beyond the horizon but never the front instead as from the tips of hilltops yes frequently i will spot conditions permitting it's the back of my head ...
i love you saint swithun
i love you saint swithun you're nothing like the other saints i love you saint swithun it's different this time i love you saint swithun it's not gay 'cause you've been canonized i love you saint swithun & i'm glad that you're mine x ...
edward iii
if unmonitored this watch goes historical its cogs drag us back into the depths of the past just this morning we awakened in the 14th century temporally far from home when edward iii was on the throne ...
vernal ditherings
springtime never really dies instead out of season it hides & skives yet old ewes & rams were once new lambs there are traces of spring in everything then cometh the owl it launches an attack a dawn raiding party then winter is sacked yes death to death breathe life on black aye it's called springtime 'cause it always bounces back ...
potentially hazardous
torrential rain hill fog may contain traces of diphtheria creaky doors the common cold dark days of yore asbestos & hazelnuts ricin rice cakes latex gloves slippery floors a wonky shelf then there's always weasels popping - so watch y'self ...
glove on a branch (a true story)
one happened to chance upon a glove on a branch beside a grey rainy lane yes it deserved a second glance then photo graph (cue special dance) 'cause luck's a fickle fuck but that's a bastard glove on a branch ...
resarf poetry 