MODERN VERSE

What the fuck do eye no
lying in  socks
portraying
a rather lay za fair
attitude
2 colour
co
or
din
nation

I mean
wat the fuk
do i no

not a lot
toil
the bells

from
the tower
of
bab
e
lon
diligently erected
within our industrious zone
  
teased
from twixt heart & soul

but hey  wat
do
i
know

that its the a pit toe me
of fat
victorian values
conceived at the
time of asking
nourished
by making for shore
2 make
sure the
beast
dont loose a nail
from its shoe

like eye say
what the
fuck do
i know

do i know of the
100 acre wud
apparently
a nitemare of a plaice

ware
toy stories

r  given
credence in
clearwater revivals

where auden
asks us to

watch every or anyday
his
nonchalant pauses

do i know when & why
john crowe ransom    dont the name say it all
advises us to ask

batmans
side kick 2 bring on the girls

do i fucking know where t s elliots sweeny todd spreads his knees
while
the aroma of
nightingales
stain wisterias

hung heavy with his lifes new want seas

or


table clothes
absorbing

wat de fuck

every morn noon & night
the drip plonk moments of master kay shone
e jack
queue lay ted
from busy teeth over full with grapes oranges
and
spanish flies

nowt is wat eyes meant to know

can i find
can i fucking find

where yeats plays
as poets do

on the 
hiss
stair
rick
cal
verse
of
whim
men
frustrated by their acceptance 
of the jesters departure

4 fuks sake

these skirts r surely sickened
by fiddles
looking to their everest
for the next
one off
the hill

may bee
they  wont be gay
they say
may bee they'll be
a
long legged
serving bod
with an instru
ment whose tragedy    wat the fek 
whose
halfway house is

just that

whose attachments to a sound is
ancient
melodious
embodied with the
aband
don
ment
of an
advancing
avalanche

4 fuks sake

popping its cherry at the perfect score
along
lanes &
alleys all
lite up
4 the fucking arrival
of
the
next
fucking
caravan

wud aint u know
wad der u no

what the fuck do we know

bowt as much
as our
bloodied
bodies
want
to show

thats what i fucking know

how bowt U

my music

food eaten to quickly like a Big Mac and chips scoffed in 30secs as it may get pinched by the seagulls outside waiting .
eaten to quickly to be food.
waiting outside of my mouth wanting to be tasted and swallowed.
30secs may maketh a ham man.
then there is music.
and then there is silence and i hear sweat soak into me again and i am re vitalised  and seen