the hosepipe gestapo

the hosepipe gestapo ( opatseg epipesoh eht )

…

ten fucking years here
in this prison /

re-eductation camp
for watering geraniums

in the death of day
with a stocking on me noggin

as the black bats flapped
& the full moon waned

curtain twitchers stirred
aroused by sprinkled sounds

probably retired
bloody covid wardens

them with nought within
& decking on their back lawn

where grass gleamed
faded since like england’s

coddled hills & farmland
so come dawn

a banged down door
& the hosepipe gestapo

whacked us in the van
sentenced without trial

silly bollocks really
so we have to smile

…

instrumental tracks

instrumental tracks ( skcart latnemurtsni )

…

keys as tambourines
percussion in a pocket
feet keep time
with the swirling chirps of birds

hark, a lark above
warbles over clover
bramble brushes hare
& the thickets snare

lambs baa bars
in the marbles of this marvel
cows moo too
with the shuffles in me shoe

walking wordless when
scribble sings a coma
woodpeckers peck
on a stone dead stump

trees shake limbs
in the breezes whistled wheeze
hornet horn sections
then the bees hum drums

so the legs one, two
& a bluebell knells
in the now’s soundscape
as the sun beats down
…