Let them eat Kate let them eat Dave let them eat Sue she's on the menu too. Let them eat Brian let them eat Ryan let them eat Hugh ideally in a stew. Let them eat Eve let them eat Steve spit roasted on a rotisserie. Let them eat Martha let them eat Arthur let them eat Clara - yes everyone but me ...
Stuff
turvy topsy
When I woke up this morning stuff was upside down the land was in the heavens & the clouds were on the ground everywhere's a new perspective with surprises abound so I think they should keep things ʇɥᴉs ʍɐʎ ɐɹonup ...
the 1st of feb
Head contrary on the 1st of February as impending Candlemas hangs thick in the air just like congealed school custard sans the upper skin layer white rabbits - white rabbits or a pair of mountain hares? Beyond the edgelands of January into the rugged vast of where? Fuck knows - early days again no wings but whims & a prayer x ...
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The streets were alive with some kind of something an intermittent pulse here then not nothing - pumping like a part-time Ley Line or the lights of passing cars or a very odd song off & on stuff is charged ...
prayer poem
Dearest Gods of the Air then of course Jesus & the other 1 Lord please ban vintage steam fairs nasty dreams & all wars. Bad smells & smart cars the cult of celebrity glove puppets jumping on their own from opened cupboards & the piss-take annoying vagueness of brevity. Plus can we have more Butterflies in January? Will I go to HELL if I prefer dirty-sliced-white over granary? Are grey squirrels really a species or just that little bit older? Alleyways nice 1 4 glistening-listening & lifting these chips - in a bit off my shoulder. (AmEnd) ...
codswallop & toss bollocks
Pointless like the n in column, a really shit or possibly confused sword or Richard Osman. Whitsun, Christmas - yes the possibilities aren't list-less. Culinary mushrooms, pot holing, welly wanging & cheese rolling. Murder, horrible things, nice people - oh & salt & vinegar crisps plus probably reading this. Sorry ...
how to writing process…
Chuckle, as the proverbial octopus then squirt your imaginary ink, without a single further face frown or blink, try it please it might help you think ... & scribble as a demented barn own then your poetical pellets excrete, sans question or query or fuckin' explete'! Try it like & trust me mate it's quality sheet ...
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A Month of Sundries
I have the utmost that 1 day we'll truly understand what sundries actually are & what they really mean. Until when then I suppose we'll play a guessing game, maybe it'll come to someone in a dream...
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