Friday 21 August 2020

TIP

MADE

THE TOPPER TIP 

     INTO

             AN

                  EXCELLENT

COLLECTION BUCKET

Sunday 16 August 2020

DINGHY

    RESEARCH 

REALITY 

            BEFORE YOU GET

YOUR BOAT SHOES

                                    WET

LETTER TO MY FUTURE EDITOR

 THANKS

  FOR THE FEEDBACK

I'LL GET A NEW 

             AMP 

Friday 14 August 2020

Haiku in the Sports Wash

 dull and dirty stripes

we plough blue stars are bright when

seasons come around


tint

 tint

 

the tintand

helllamented rose

lost therewill to sea

 

the coldsalt hew

gritwall punch of

thescented squall

 

stingrock aft

ropeburn aft

deadweight made

 

they succumbed to it all

 

insuch rotlog condits

the concentric terns

brasspolished afters

 

inconcrete wind

forced barpressure

for onemore might

 

peace was somehowsought

 

but in lowgrey fought

in lockfit inevitable

lampand glasstap that

 

sicklift shifts theneedle

to ever plummetset

these immensepated

 

in the whelming hue of doom


 

Wednesday 12 August 2020

STATE PRINTOUT

    SECRATARIAT'S    

CHICKEN TRADE     

CAREER ADVISORY

TICKER TAPE

HORSESHIT

PARADE

Tuesday 11 August 2020

UPDATE

 PERV

        VOYEUR

DO YOUR JOB

                                      HUMAN

THAT'S YOUR JOB

Friday 7 August 2020

LOLLY

            CHEM COLOUR DRIPS

FROM QUICK GROWN STICKS

                                     NO JOKE


Tuesday 4 August 2020

OTHER TRAPS

CITY LONDON
       BIN CHAMBER DOOR
YOU'RE IN SMOKE
                              EXTRACTS

(One by One Drop) Six Bunch o' Fives

(back in the dentists'
waiting cleanitions
pull gloves with glee) he
was always turned out
laid long louche self backed 
to be put about

sniffed the poetry
police presence repped
and barked his new book
published under dog
section three on neck
and knuckle under

ragtime schmutter back
bent going straight from
the gut to the brain
to the out from the off
he forward roared snap

tight into refrains
of studs on concrete 
(clattering class was
never going to
go some kickabout) 
it battered Mitty:

'scuse me mate, you dropped
an aitch (a front row
sap who mixed arse with
elbow gob and hook) 
soon flopped on ropes dropped
by that one inch look

for Mark Thornhill R.I.P. 

Sunday 2 August 2020

Forty Foot Slice Tanka

pasty up Shoe Lane's
shadow reckons him body
builder in crew cut
glass factor 45 but
truth be told in cake and pie