Would love to take a sledgehammer
and crack a nut with it
crack that nut right up
Just smash the smithereens
out of the nut
see the kernel explode
in all directions
Heavy duty steel hammer
send the shell hurtling
solid wood handle, comfortable feel
pulverize nut after nut after nut
Nutmeat
BISH
Endocarp, pericarp
BASH
Seed coat, hard shell, husk
BOSH
Smash the smugness out of the nuts
with my heavy-trade hammer
sledge it, bang it, smash it up
take them all down a peg or two
Michael Crane
not the actor as he always said
with great patience came
out with us on a Monday mission
and after his customary
six pints
Stumbled into a boy
by the station
silent
shanked
took a sudden left, but MC was
always one for the Irish slash French
departures. We thought no more about it until
he turned up not to beat about the
bush dead
Rando poked, didn't realise the devolved
devalued state of his organs
result: immunity to pain
alert mechanism. Long cold night -
He laid him down to sleep
his associates long since
for reasons dispersed
Lifeblood gently seeping into
onto a Selling England by the Pound
Royal Scam park bench
References our friend
Michael Crane of many
a Monday mission
would have appreciated
In a field somewhere west of Dinton Pastures
The midday sun scorching my nylon 'trackies'
Six Li'l Sebastians barrel toward us
Their manes waggling with glee
We welcome them with giddiness.
Both parties are thrilled to encounter
The other after so long in their respective
Enclosures. Unsure, I pat their solid sides and
They shake their toothsome heads in joy.
My secret friend approaches from afar - 'Look
What we have found' I will say.
These ponies are surely ours now, or for
As many minutes as they will tolerate
Our city ways. Maybe offer my fruit pot.
Slowly the novelty shrinks and they graze
on tufts and thickets. An earlier admirer
compliments me on said trackies, an
Unlikely item to select but beggars.
The other has arrived now but we've lost the
Dressing room, the tubby tribe have returned to
Their games and we to ours. The time for
Blessings was candle brief and miracles
Are for the dumbest of beasts.
After A Blessing, James Wright
I don't like the table to
peter out
at this end
We haven't got any more
flowers have we?
We have got my splendid gold salver
Gold salver
Can you fetch my gold salver
in my study
Splendid gold salver
in my study
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Circling Wembley Stadium cee eight nine kay
endocannabinoids begin to fizz up
and Start Me Up thumps from within
to pump up the runners
Just as it did 44 count them years ago
at this approximate location
original architecture, with a (see
if you can spot him) much younger
version of me standing in the centre circle
with my old friends
we was just nippers
watching the even then old Stones
combined age nine hundred
playing one of their new ones. And
I'll never be a grown man, and I'll
never cry, but I will be
dead and I will oh come on now
there's not far to go, we're
Not finished yet, there's still
time for one last push
to the finish line
By order of the night I was compelled
to speak of Ferryby. Its random dock
bedecked in roses for one
Elevation 1,820 feet. State a fact
make it real as the furnace
from which it was brought forth
The villages overgrown with tough weeds
and green poking out
of every untrodden patch of ground
Sail the river south-west
don't look back, ready your bow
Yes once we resided in Ferryby
Demographics: Human 77%
We shall remember its name
while forgetting its what
or where and the colour of the boat
which collected passengers
whose primary language is Common
Brung them around and so forth
