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 nothing, you think it's nothing just another idiot in the unfortunate wash cycle gone by, past, over like an annoying parrot dead in it...

Call me Aeroplane (for CF) holder of the world altitude record for humans higher than the highest-flying birds I look down upon vultures and...

My poetry is dying from the waist down. One has to deal with this somehow. Here's a picture of me blowing an imaginary trumpet on the Bo...

ONE DAY some Fairies from outside became in Blue Scoots to peel off the Wallpaper tear down the Lights unwire everything even everyone's...

attached at either end to hoses and pumps in accordance with the terms of his punishment like a great wilted thing slowly forcing itself int...

  the vastness of what we cannot be stretches before us

  for my first few seconds every morning you are still alive

 

  these huge ferns at the riverside how vigorous, how vivid how ancient in their ratio just waiting for us to fuck off .

do not for one moment let your heart stop for there are miracles yet to endure   .

 

  Deadness all the way. No empathy or human feeling beyond raw reptilian appetite. Oh, and maybe a cold, dead fury. He's very dangerous.

 in the autumn floods  yellow-white turnips bob like skulls

all night long the beck the river, the stream forever the dark, the bright light the rush, the rope the parapet, the jump the rocks the deat...

. a black and white explosion of sun and air two feathers falling .

the pumpkin people have no souls they sit by riverbanks in the spray oh my, they say the pumpkin people are athletic and will jump over y...

all night the light played around my door and moths upon the wing at dawn I went to the river where last I saw the moon

the Chinese have loosed new diseases from mutant bats cooked in their freezers they want to destroy us and then to employ us as zombies ...

what sheets our sheets all that waterfall of attempted forgiveness an owl hovers in the blue darkness in the brake an eruption of nothin...

(it was the wrong world because) every time we hopped out of our rabbit hole together we collided and still concussed demanded to know wh...

oh there once was this feller called Trump who quite liked to emit from his rump the most bizarre tweets while munching on sweets as he pond...

not one sound tonight not one hoot or shuffle from the ancient ferns or down the dry hills even the lowering clouds and their black bird...

my little poems have run away from me down the dusty hillside into the sparkling lake what fun to watch them  drown .

I do kinda like this permission to look like a bank robber. Okay, worn out and going to bed.

two end walls (mist) of the ancient house in the hill above the sea the grass is (like fairies) rough but yields above the ...

I am the Owlman.

At last my PPE has arrived.

in and now out the same door like all knives whirling our utter politics in collisions of limestone pavements across all this she travai...

Birthing Ganesha (an extract from a novel) ‘I shall swim into quiet water’—Virginia Woolf, 1940. Portentous watery images occur repe...

Mulberries, on the tossing sea what now, Germany, beloved home of revolution? "It's okay, son; we're paratroopers and we are...

once you've seen it you can't unsee it: your ape face .

In other news today, here in Yorkshire our reservoirs are still orange:

Getting away with just about anything for years has had the surprising effect of making the police think they can get away with just a...

I play Tennis love means nothing to me .

commas are the breaths within kisses .

...nearer to the sun and air—wind in the willows i am the son and the heir—the smiths yeah, man, the elements—anon I want to be in the sunny...