Friday, 9 September 2022
BOTTOM SQUASHAA / Grass Cassettes
Friday, 5 August 2022
THE CHRISTMAS POEM 2020 / JUXTAPOSED MEN 3 -
…as the christmas cake is peeled
The laughing face of a child
Steamed night before
Laughing and picking it’s snout
The Christmas wig has tipped into the addled face of a Spoon
Dummy
A fragrant fart lingers in the lounge of our pettiness
Steamed goose and steamed men
Christmas crackup at lounge today
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JUXTAPOSED MEN 3 -
Monday, 7 June 2021
NEW PIRATES O' THE CARIBBEAN AND JUSTICE LEAGUE MOVIE POSTERS! OH YEAH
Agnes you are still with us
In all seasons and weather
You are young or old
Smiling or frowning
Stroking a cat
Smoking a fag
Wide eyed and omniscient
Let us take a look
At ourselves!
Thursday, 7 January 2021
lofthouse p1
Robert Marshall number 06 -2020
He feeding tiger bread to the cemetery sparrows
He driving Punto thru Hardwick Narrows
Robot tennis shoes cuckoo boots
He buys cough candy from Boots the chemist
Used cough spray to clean his windaz
Paul gives five finger salute
And plays with orange pet sweet root
Gary is trickling goo down his chin
Like a monkey with a salacious grin
Panda car has crashed down Norfolk St
Robert walks with no shoes bare feet
Get to wimpy Bar have a good snack
Look out the winda at this and dat
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Robert Marshall number 7 - 2020
Robert said 'i had a fag in the barn when no one wuz lookin'
he got his mum to do all his cookin'
Wimpy Bar was shut by 3.30pm
he got his mum to cook his tea again
Robert sneaked out the kitchen to smoke some gear
as he was puffin' a youngster walked by and cocked his ear
'what is that geezer muttering about'
gawn feck off or yall git a clout
'a clout a clout what that all about?'
a smack in the coupon, now why dunt ya just troop on
a fag 'round the back, no one will notice
i'll do the fekkin washing up soon as i smoked dis
mother does the cooking Robert washes up
Robert puts fag out in an old Inland Revenue cup
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JH.P 2 (2022)-
Unbrushed washed shag
Fixing supper with gay abandon
Slugs coming up through the carpet
Shampoo dogs and soft pattern web
Umbilical chords rotting in the shed
Small blisters appear in the ceiling
Cobwebs are full of sparkling eggs
Mildew claw, and shampoo drips from toddler
Pancake batter and shampoo all mixed together
---biking
On the wetbeak flatlands
Riding my bike
So fast vroom
Double checker on board the
clouds
Fat fisted
Homogenised boots
Riding my bike
Over dumpflaps
And under brindling suns
We go…
Boy is casual, fainting treasure box , sealed
to the world
Roman gods stare down at him from the heavenly
abode
Young yet ageing
No grasp of evil
Pecadiloes are numerous
Reverse psychology in the meeting hall
Oval tidy eyework
Bent stream of conciousness
Evergreen teeth are actually result of sophisticated
dentistry
Raps to ‘imself in morning corner
Today I’m gonna BE BRILLIANT
Monday, 21 December 2020
happ-e xmas / an xmas poem written by a very festive young goat-herder
Muffled behind cloud
Dragged into pieces
Before chloroform
picture
Miffy put you in
trance
Beware of caged eyes
A dragon cocks his
eye
Brindled Schwarzenegger
Forlorn kisses in
dark alley
poems for 2021 2
UNITILED
Tempered crumpet dials and measured in real-time handjive
Fustian straps calibrate as drizzle descends
Laughing into sleeves
Weeping into buttered curlcoms
Dossing off as tosser clerk folds his inspection limpets
The crass see-saw filching of prev.
Inspection racket is burnt into timbered eyes
As grass is chewed in far-off colony
Stroppy cats and plagued by offending treasury cow
UNITITLED
As Jack Slazenger drops to his wheels
Of bone dust we riddle the edifice
Of the drag-chamber underside
Tunnels of cheese whistle and blend with cream
Butter drips salt fashion
In a medley of pingous melting matters
derty fangle musiac
Of frayed string in mouse-hole corner
Butchered tethers, gradually skinning refusing blistering
corn shield
In franked disused muddle
Lofthouse repaired from sketchbook
Smurf patterns gradually emerge amongst glowing debri
Forged bullgro insidious hatching devils
untitled
Of fish battered and fried in oil
Braved the storms with carefree galloping gait
rival pigeons are
groaning at lack of weight in crow’s bones
fossils are revealed as the wash descends
back into primeval cupboard
untitled
And so magnetic wheels
Are freed from their once rightful place
And Siamese twins are detached
Wet cloth pamphlets
From bygone times
When sun did shine
For weeks on end
untitled
And bird scrapers beak action
Radio static grazes the airwaves
Combustion chamber echo dogs
Lark streaks R4
Vegetable turtle bubble
untitled
caramel horse
popinjay fudge
echo chamber
breaks standfish
night howl
encumbered by rot and grayfish
robert robot mid 2020
Robert Robot
Selfish rubber boots wearing thin
A small fragment of glass lodges above upper lip
Glimpses of moustache
Poked a hole
The cruets are dipped in low fat salad dressing
Holes dug out
And refilled
Timeless manoeuvre
And catching spilt oil with a dishcloth
Removed salt from diner table
Cramps up and gobs up breakfast
Salt and licking plaster
poems for 2021
..here are some poems we found rammed between some Thomas the Tank Engine film reels...
UNTITLED
Scundered
filsh into webchats
A psychonaut
carrier dragged to the bottom of the ocean
With
clay headache dances into web cotton panedrome
‘who
will be my lover’ a remembered whistle into bovid dayscheme
Frantically
tugging a chain, a gift from a mime in factory town
Semantics
copied out into chug-boat
Drawing
vulture copy into paper chap book
‘everyone
needs a reason to rise in the morning’ chugs Tommy
Chuggin
milk drinks from the calcium bestiary
UNITTLED
As
sundry ballings taped off the telly
Are
romantically chewed between lovely teeth
Little
bobby whiplets
Came
creamy from the underside of a value cow
Shletered
in masses
The
volvo grove peeks out
Between
blistered cheeks
And hiccups like a stewed toddler
UNITITLED
Once taped and replayed
Everywhere seems to be squashed
Into the mind of a quilt
A talky ghost whispers in your face
A faint odour of sham meats
Gustily partaking of roughsex
Positioned equally between trunket and bust
Scotch-tape renders the cracks
invisible
by the way - if you are writing real poems and you say to yerself ' these poems here do not follow the ascribed laws of poetry and are thus rendered futile , sham and dreadful' - i cannot argue with this asertion. fuck it

















