| about grace
about strays he touts lace spouts in my face i hit an ace I bowl over harm dis-route my face |
| he loves roars
under board my side’s bored between the fines, he writes he’s love’s adored moon |
| absence makes the heart grow flippers
adsense cakes the charts with glitter |
| absolute power disrupts absolutely
dissolute showers pollute the airs |
| a face is a whole
embrace my soul |
| he laced up his sleeves, buttoned his socks then made a brief case |
| hercules’ wheel hurt achilles’ heel |
| acid is best
passing the test |
| runcorn ‘s where grandad loved me
runcorn is not far from the sea grandad’s dad was unknown to he and me and possibly his dad never knew he were a dad so my own great-grandad never knew about me.[but now he does] |
| distractions speak louder if bared
fractions are ok bu I’m decimatedly bored |
| after my own heart he ate his own
he loved eating out,especially bodies. |
| glaring dirty laundry eyed me frankly rudely and sweatily
the washing machine wants to be baptised/surprised |
| a wall bent out of shape by the drains
I’m all dents and I ache in my pain |
| all alphabets are off
wittgenstein’s lines all bets are paradoxes to rustle |
Uncliched at last
Published
How my heart sings 