call the police


if you've witnessed a crime

you shall call the police

it might be sheep-bothering

or a fracas in the streets

they're all dodgy wankers

far lower than thieves

but they do good too occasionally

so call the police

...

8 line poem


yes clock museums

have many many faces

& vicarages, well

they're very angry places

as sure all haiku

are smug little squits

aye facts make the world go 'round

- god bless this fucking shit

( x )

...

the shoe in sue’s shoe ( a shoe story )

sue had a stone in her shoe

sue removed shoe 

to de-stone as we do

yet when she did to her surprise

with bemusement in her eyes

'fuckadoodleooh ( ! )

it's no stone - it's a shoe'


yes sue had a shoe in her shoe

a tiny replica 

of the shoe of sue

'who? what? how? shite why?

not a shoe clue have i'

but weird shit's real too

& this story's true

...

wyn’s turquoise-phase

wyn's just lived through a turquoise-phase

which lasted approximately

34 days


he did turquoise things whilst wearing turquoise clothes

but his future's purple

or more precisely;

mauve





( the end )

...

wet paint signs

yes wet paint signs

are a favourite sign of mine

but sometimes they lie

sometimes it's dried


so always dab a fingertip

on the self-proclaimed wet paint

it's the only way to know for sure

if it's wet or if it aint

...

a little poem about that there nothing


some clever tosser clogs

well they insist

that that there nothing don't exist

a bit like the tea towel drawer monster

which apparently is dust

& trapped air


but a quick thought

i think they should spare

for those folk who play musical chairs

with never any music

or vaguely tonal humming

& never any fucking chairs there


wankers

...

( very early june )

everyday's a mystery

that's why it all begins with a yawn

as floaty fragments

of recent dreams

tickle the conscious thing

into the morn


everyday's a mystery

as sure as that pan can play pipes

or the w.i dance 

on the edge of a knife

bewilderment

is the fountain of life

...

ludo set


i've lost half of my ludo set

& i don't know what to do


( ? )


i've lost half of my ludo set

& i'm shit at playing lu

...







( author nodes; 

there's got to be a parallel dimension where this is actual poetry

... so there

... )

barns can’t dance

barns can't dance

or even vaguely prance

most fidgety folk

don't have ants in their pants

or barns in their pants

or ants in their barn

...

on the binge

the kids nowadays

are drinkin' binge

i read then tutted in the paper

such a terrible thing

we didn't have this binge drink

when i were a lad

& it seems completely evil

so beware the binge

- binge bad

...

resarf poetry

( ? )

Words

call the police

8 line poem

the shoe in sue’s shoe ( a shoe story )

wyn’s turquoise-phase

wet paint signs

a little poem about that there nothing

( very early june )

ludo set

barns can’t dance

on the binge