2 June 2025
5 June 2025
crunchwork 1
i got itchy, itchy and scratchy…
deft dealer, night trader, my drones place plates
of living pasta spinning on the table as the punters sigh
what am i getting at?
i’m a science teacher entertaining the kids
with metaphors thick as plaster in a splatter dome
observe the sculptor dodge their burgeoning mess
imagining a billion shimmering colours
when there should be less than
the neurones in a bee’s brain
in itself a miracle of packing density designed
for seeing like us, an example being
the ability to recall the faces
of humans who have dealt them either a sugar treat or nasty spray
from days to months (though not years which has sometimes been alleged)
then sting them
or fly benignly by
accordingly
apologies, i nearly
tripped over my own gobbledygook then
my words will never be accepted in nature – nor yours neither i predict