My absent minded eye,
turned inwards on issues
of land and place,
did not at first see your dilemma

As the bully bird towered over
you hopped in looping rolls to flee

My eye caught up
and my fat presence unnerved the bird
who flew
and though I presented a different challenge
you bounded hedgeway
pausing in front of me momentarily

Our eyes met,
your black polished buttons
spelled your youth
and redundantly I greeted you

I stepped aside
to better let you escape
to tangle green safety
and I was alone again,
grasping at thoughts

The rest of my walk was elevated:
a wind struck tree,
dry guts splintered,
said something

A lithe muntjac
rose panic in me as it sought to pass,
it’s leaping form unusual,
but there and gone
before I knew

Green woodpecker laughed
at an unknown gag
and my brow furrowed

Toward the end
the complicated wren song,
a grammar babble way beyond,
underscored my lack of comprehension
all the way home

If you ever think,
    that I'm talking out


of tune with you...


I'll sing it out of rhyme,
    just so you know I mean
           what I say,

that your a...

F###ing dip s##ting chlamydia
                festering Fu#k weasel...

Gosh that was at least £30
             in the swear jar....


30 you ask? its good to keep somethings

                                   to yourself.. #andbreath..

The Standard Model is full of sticky, quirky Quarks,
perky little Fermions, and the Boson Higgs,
the reigning King of Mass of towering might;
who, by spontaneously falling off in any old direction,
gives ad hoc Masses to nearly all, and to all a birthright.

And for all normal matter in creation,
the Boson Higgs is the physicist's salvation.
Alas, we could have learned more,
but a Weasel ate through the Collider core.

I thought I'd post a poem today
though i know not what about

but then i heard the little bird say
tweet tweet gibberish harmony pout

I look around at all the bad poetry
and sigh with such relief

I'm glad that my words of maple tree
are eloquent beyond belief