eccles cakes & echo chambers april's tangents friends & strangers cobwebs & a minor splinter on the tip of my finger & the nineteen year winter threatenings of former-year's fears doe a female crocodile muntjac deer tears gobshite tapestries woven sporadically osperys are top-notch & spring's a charged battery ...
Stuff
everyday’s only a blank page if you dismiss the invisible ink
everyday's only a blank page if you dismiss the invisible ink the scribblings of yesterdays disguised quite indistinct the meanderings of previously the potterings of yore yes everyday's only a blank page if you manage to ignore what's been written before ...
a world within an onion & a place within a potato
a world within an onion but this this world is your onion yet man alive like this leek yeah fuckin' 'ell - it's unique it's a magical paddle if stuck up any shit creek. & a place within a potato this potato tastes of play dough plus the turin shroud's scrotum the arch deacon's arse crack & then i the young barn-hand-lad that takes us back x ...
how they make poets
take 1 awkward bastard child then fill their head with an intricate mess of ponderings of mainly men - long dead until they positively oggle at what was once pretentious twaddle. then give this bastard child a pen or better still a feathered quill add misery so they cure themselves witless thus pleasing an elite & boring everyone else shitless ... (author nodes... a touch tongue-in-cheek but too much truth too)
face the graze-phase
greenery scenery not up to much gradually feasting chewing the cud. grazing not waning bollocks 'n' mirth takin' my time like eat off the Earth ...
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 ...
the thought that counts
there's nowt more ugly than money but our world is run by bankers - the wankers in the depths of this now post-land of milk & honey where you can still read this poem for FREE ...
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 ...
as tough as old walls
drystone walls they reign over this land great baseborn barriers maintained by man bricks placed by hand all weather - withstand enduring time's span because they're hard because they can ...
scrawling stuff
scrawlings plastic pen ink on hands & exposed skin reminders random words shopping lists whims symbols protection secret jokes nudges soapy water smeary now but traces smudges ...
resarf poetry 