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Hek Ek

Heck Ek it’s been ages.
So let’s make time fly
Like the Tardis
Or the  fastest
Masarati

We need a party!

Heck Ek let’s rush 

Not like a trike 
Or a slow cook
A long book
Or a pilati

Class

We need a party
A  bonfire party
A dinner party
Or just a good hearty
Laugh

WITH YOU

Hek Ek
In York
Ok
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Panettone Cat – reprise

The Panettone cat
would never ever forget
the A&Gshaadi
Lardi lardi dardi

The memories rung like dumplings
Across the summer somethings
Sing
Sweet party party A&Gshaadi
We love the love hearty lee.

So with singing will make fly
the moulting pussy fur of time.
Them again – like a year ago,
really, so, wow!

Like a panettone boxed and bowed
Miaow, miaow, miaow
Oh love and shadi like a horse and carriage
Limoncello, vanilla, almond and chocolatt
We lap it up like a panettone cat

Sing
Sweet party party A&Gshaadi
We love the love hearty lee.

A&G

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Antisanta

Ring Ring
Ring Ring
Who’s there.
Santa.
Santa who?
Santa’s claws.
ho
ho
ho.

I announce myself, all fancy like, in this gnattering cold!

My fire pert red robin breast
All fur and feathers and glue
Fringed with wintry down
White as Omo, soft as spit.
A rubble brick lead heavy load
a hood full of head and pink wet snout
(as if sneezing)
snot
snot
snot

From my face
A jagged frost bit thorn
Hangs smoking from a crust tipped lip.
My breath and beard
is a dry builders breakfast plate
Rind, ash,sauce and sugar
Licked
Licked
Licked

Licked till bone thin
Squeaks and whines
A string of deers
And a neck out front Rudolf
From whose harness hangs a crusted yoke
Of needle holly and pin berries
Itchy
Itchy
Itchy

A red custard sky oozes
It’s black sauce
And the drunk night crashes home.
I boot up and slap hard the boney hinds
That drag the rusty sleigh
That pulls our arses toward Apollo and tomorrow while
Below
Below
Below

(Singing)

Oer Mr Softies ices we slip and tinkle
A dripping cloud of breakfast, bone, snot and berries
Through the stars electric twinkle
A murky host of fat babies, goats, scales and
everything
and every kid
in every home
at every hearth
in every bed
will sing

(Chorus)

‘Antisanta flies tonight’
Sleep
Or Santa’s claws will shred my bed tonight
Sleep
Or Santa’s breath will fog my head tonight
Sleep
for Antisanta flies tonight

The creature

I still walk with them,
After dinner or after tea
When sunny dry wind flies
Long draped with wet weeds
Deep
Where sticky bugs walk
And reedy grass splits the air
Walk I.

I still pass with them,
Canvas road to Austin Lodge
Orange rind through tan fields
A ratted burnt barn
Flaps
To the beat of us passing
In steps of two and two
Pass I.

I still lie with them,
Where a farm wall meets the road
A spot where Dads sit
And kick grit and spilt corn
Drops
Where the ears lies
So fills the burrow where
Lie I
Listening.

Christmas morning

Crying into the light I woke to silence.

Then….
My ears popped
And…
I heard her first words fall like brown pears drop.

Then…

My mum Mary.
Sweet and blue as a baby boy
Licked me with black lips
Scratched me with straw
And fed me her shitty smells
And cough candy breath.

So…

Warm as a slipper I lay and bathed in her gaze.
Her eyes, egg wet
Her nostrils wet with green
Her breasts wet
My bed wet.

Until…

My mother’s snout spoke steam.

And …

I replied –

‘Moo.’

The back way

Eve
Still, seamless, night

AM
Light comes and the
Half dead summer dawn
Wakes me
To
Wednesday 6th September.
I am sad
Sad like still ill
Like still stay home hidden here ill.

Breakfast.

8:30
I walk there
on September the Sixth 1967
a Wednesday
the back way.

A thin grey birch and another marks
47 houses and 9 minutes
8 sometimes
If I rush

And

My small shoes shine
But my little life dims.

Lap cats (after Samuel Palmer and Shoreham)

On our donut island
We sit toe to toe dipping
In the cobbled shallows
Knees pulled up to pyramid pleats
And lap to lap like cats
We purr together.
My mother and I
So close to the island edge it can’t be true.

She is close like ivy.

Her friends are there
One mirror breath apart
On the other bank
Squint light and silver shadows break
So close she can reach a flecked hand across
And their smiles swept back
Lap at our feet like cats.

On our flowered green spot
Busy, Jolly, Silly and us
The three cats
Trace the waters edge
To lap with us
And paddle this tiny inland sea
With wet socks
And her friends.

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