transcribing from the original

four-two-wit four-two-wit four-two-wit I am capturing the lyrics but I don’t know really I don’t know whether I can decipher them into words wardle-ordle-ordle-ordle yordel-odle-odle-orrr----orr wardle-ordle-ordel yordle-odel-odel-ey perhaps this is close idle idle-idle-idle I am idling in sunshine idle-idleidle I am idling away I have just tried singing the untranslated copy aloud outside the magpie … Continue reading transcribing from the original

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when flying

arise sir raincoat there’s a wind beneath your tether fluff out your arms as if you were flying you and your best mate a girl-coat in mauve at full stretch and unruffled just like you were flying on a string you might be a kite to skip and dive all over the sky or random … Continue reading when flying

prince little blue

shine shine little blue sunlight bright your scales slow blink the day is passing your daddy owns the drain mama is in the woodpile shine bright little blue warm now are your dark stripes you prince of broken bricks bake now upon their ridge-lines a rubble mountain to recline on with pride here could be your domain shine … Continue reading prince little blue

spe-lli-ng b-y nu-mbe-rs

Poem #18 from Small Town Kid Small Town Kid will be posted (again) as a complete collection a little way down the track. Other, currently published and available, collections can be found here.   I learned to spell in small numbers multiples of three has five and one remainder mul-tip-les-oft-hre-e sometimes I would mis-spell words deliberately … Continue reading spe-lli-ng b-y nu-mbe-rs

Dreams of a Lesser Child

Some seem born to higher deeds, to sweep before them the debris and the clutter of small lives lived in earnest expectation, despite the wreckage of hopes that come and go in a cycle of endless repetition, and a constant search for omens to foretell the time to follow what we know has already passed … Continue reading Dreams of a Lesser Child

communion of the spirit

    by stealth it is becoming akin to a spiritual obligation the execution of which is driven by an emerging need kneeling in the fading dusk he is creating holes in new-turned soil with a finger or a thumb inserting a slender seedling into each hole as he makes them firming the dirt around … Continue reading communion of the spirit

Mis-arrangement of Flowers

One last contribution in my role as Flâneur there were roses in the bottom of a rubbish bin on main street down in chelsea the wrapping paper informs me they've never been inside a vase as I was butting out a cigarette on the metal-edge of the bin I wondered why they were discarded still tightly … Continue reading Mis-arrangement of Flowers

a private eye

naked on decking the heat of middle day unravels layers renders them unnecessary in this seclusion wearing a cigarette I gaze into the double-storey across the road through the street-facing window to the corner upright of a stairway people walk up bounce down engaged with domesticity they do not know I exist that I watch … Continue reading a private eye