PENKNIFE

fashion frosted breastplate
eager added toenail
seven holy oak holes
threaded with a fox tail

slumming like a Richepigg
broken oily fishstick
wrestle training underground
ezra thor and thunder pound

arse hole bum hole
arse eye shit hole
eye brown itch bitch
ripped raw mud floor

rotten cotton twist wrist
dripped drizzly fizzling red
sauce on a main course
of more horse

inkjet counter-met
by a finless fighterjet
tabernacle typewriter
burn a bubble with a lighter




eating all the gobblegook
smoking all the ciggle smell
pork and pringle pimm's puke
tonight is my show and tell

words are broken bird wings
sling ‘em in a knapsack
you can take a fat cat
kick him up like haky sack

when you kick it kick it quick
watch it shred like weetabic
watch the specks of red and red
feed it to the nearly dead

i scream- 'sunday afternoon!'
icecream sundae with a spoon
eat it out of belly button
chew on that like frozen mutton

tuck me into bed at night
tell a story get it right
early curly stroke my hair
let your fingers linger there

this poem is trying to rap like biggie smalls, trying to swing on the beat like a trumpet, trying to strut, trying to click, trying to dig.