dearest jenny lind,

~

dearest jenny lind,  (  s o m e  b o l l o c k s  )



dearest jenny lind,

i'm in your fan-fanfanclub

though folk say you sang


like a nightingale but

i prefer them nightjars

barn owls & your fans


dearest jenny lind,

often things get sticky

all is saunad through


too hot then for abba

minecraft or ikea

then come wafts

 of you

( x )

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stern gales in storm drains

~

stern gales in storm drains  (  a  ?  (  ?  )  )






there's stern gales in storm drains

& judges in wigs

there's branches called russell

so then

something twigs


fire engines when it rains

with shite siren song

cat burglars stuck up trees

so let's

wander on


- look, judas on burnt toast

he's winking - the scamp

plus bees in yon bonnet

as barns

start to dance


there's presence in present

& past in its tense

there's jigsaws & piss-takes

yes

far too much sense

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my inner-busybody

~

my inner-busybody  (  a  p o e m  o n  i c e  t h e  m u s i c a l  (  i n  9 – d  )  )




( my inner-busybody

told me to )


write an article

for the local parish news


tut like a king

& co-ordinate queues


in god's absence

& to keep an eye on you


( wankers )

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there’s a ghost in me toaster

~

there’s a ghost in me toaster  (  a  s h i t  p o e m  )




there's a ghost in me toaster

& a dragon in me kettle

little imps in me fridge

& in me cupboards

the devil

( ! )

there's a troll in me fruit bowl

which is more than i can handle

wicked covens in me oven

fuck it

breakfast is cancelled

( forever )

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the greats are dull

~

the greats are dull  (  t o o  m u c h  t r u t h  i n  1 6  l i n e s  )




the greats are dull

the classics bore

it's no wonder

most folk ignore


this poetry

it doesn't help

its veiled self or

anyone else


this much is clear

yet on things plod

like michaelmas

or dogs in clogs


yon sun still shines

that wind still blows

this poem's shite

( at least i know )

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