Friday, 19 February 2010

Monday, 15 February 2010

traditional assart


o rodefer I only meant to say
o roe deer its so easy to
made a error I
made a record of it.
I hate squares.
Roe deer hate to groove.
Roe deer could not dig.
In the badlands we all pulled it on,
the velvets, over a you know,
over a hundred years ago.

o rodefer I only meant to say
in the assarts I pulled it off
whip it on me jim in thin array
just like thomas wyatt said.

Tuesday, 9 February 2010

assart in quotation marks


"the yearning, strong like ropes,
she crept downstairs to say
thanks for coming, night.
Still ferociously kissing.
They heated up her hair
her obvious hair
started further up.
Fingered to see.
Still ferociously kissing.
Fingered to see you.
He longingly looked at its peak,
started his eyes."

Thursday, 4 February 2010


Dear sir you poems are amassing
everyone is talking about
you amassing poems.
Lets go back.
You grim square poems makes me red
when its my turn
dont fuck me on the poem on the golf course I hope.
In the modern countryside
they find you on the spot
which belonged to the same man his mobile
his mobile home you know
in a hold-all in a lay-by
when you should start ringing a bell
when you remember whats in a hotel.