Sunday, 15 September 2019

Save Me Gravy - A Tanka

The pious pie us
With custard hangovers mash
With liquor thicker
Than the tie-knots of auction
Corpses by Christie's vicar

Saturday, 14 September 2019

Pound for pound

The person spits the
Person eight
Stones throw from there
The change
Never comes
The crater in
The mini
The sound
We cannot

Pickle This

A day to remember.
Pickle this
Freezing cold weather.
A custom
To preserve this onion
In Baltic jar or
Use for soup
That sits
That's klass.
One score n' eight
Ingredients as
There's an island
That wants
The cream turned sour.
Dill with it.
It's pickling hour.

Tuesday, 10 September 2019

Curtains - A Tanka

Cardsharps twitch in the
Hermitage practicing the
Darks arts of online
Gammon paper backing and
Putting rents up summat harsh

Monday, 9 September 2019

From these Spines, Aloof - A Book Title Cut-Up

The Moonstomp
is clean. 
the dream. 
Brilliant be the poems, 
on Alternative Street. 

Against the Mann
with the 
personal smile, 
these prison happenings
have an 
orange affair 
with the truth. 

As we tango
like penguins
in the darkness, 
a two-bob freedom
is best selected, 
from these spines,

Tuesday, 27 August 2019

Franciszka Themerson's Thoughts - A Tanka

City days endless
Talks with the bowler hatted
Businessmen who stick
Fascinating games of small
Talk issue avoidance tricks

Wednesday, 21 August 2019

Thee Slone Ranger

Thee Slone Ranger

Sums it up for me
Thee Slone Ranger
Gleefully pearling their signage
Let's go W.T.O.
Best Chelsea smiles
Alright for you
Chelsea smiles
For the rest us