yes of course there's always breakfast the meal with time on its hands a pot of darjeeling - look, a spider on the ceiling endlessly appealing buttered toast with raspberry jam the other meals i find pretentious i've never ever rated the rest lunch is a funny bunch - supper's for apostles so god bless breakfast coz you're the f*ckin' best ...
often i stop & wonder in regards to the sun not the tabloid press lot no - not mister murdoch's scum but the actual sun yes that blurry cancer gun which some folk worship yet albino owls shun ( like ) what's its favourite cheese? does it like its tea quite strong? does it rise in the east or are the compasses all wrong? has it ever got its hat on or is that just a song? is it hollow or a hologram? these queries just keep on ...
eeh the cauliflower people well the florety folk yes they're definitely real no it's sadly not a joke 'cause fairly bland vegetable plus some science when it's evil plus the darkest of dark magic = cauliflower people don't talk to them ...
with these words
we say hello
alright? how's shite?
mind how you go
yes happy whitsun
how's your head?
i love you cousin
please drop dead
c'est fantastique
geddoff my land ( ! )
a dash of milk
look - swollen glands
hip hip hooray
what time's the train?
a lovely evening
will it stain?
yes with these words
we say our piece
you've lost the plot
i've lost my sheep
nice mittens
ten pound - on the nose
are faeries real?
where are my clothes?
is tuesday soon?
is thursday far?
good morning curate
let's steal a car
thanks for the eggs
& so much more
with these words of mine
with these words of yours
( x )
...
they say there's a book in everyone i wonder which book's in me ? hopefully it's one with plenty of pictures stolen from my local library spare us the x-ray - don't ruin these things preserve this mystery the satanic verses though that would keep me on my toes i wonder which book's in me ? ...
yes sneezing is believing aye sneezing's real it's true i thought it was all a hoax-joke like blinking until one day - achoo ( ! ) ...
i live in a village where everyone's keith every man, woman & child is called keith keiths build-up like limescale but a secret i keep i'm the only non-keith so i lie ' hi, i'm keith ' ...
les queried the length of a country mile so les set out on foot through field - o'er stile until les could know as no figure exists that was twelve years ago we've not seen him since ...
they're flipping ticking riddles like a stringy piece of rope how long? that varies though the fickle so-&-sos yes they're unknown factor bastards with a mind of their own but attention spans they know when it's time to go ...
elevenses at half ten - in the morning & from now on the phone book belongs in the fridge shoelaces should remain untied - at all times & horseshoes & rabbit's feet are effectively obsolete ( push it ) ...
resarf poetry 