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Skectches/ Poems at the Merz Barn

Morning in the Schwitters Barn

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bees
washed up boats
single chime
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mobiles
the sea
jellyfish-birds
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duck quack
aircraft
sunday cleaning
on antsnests
purple
with vibrato
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Near Topfield

ar ar
nature
drizzle
ar ar ar
ar
sort of bubbles
like dots
ar ar
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hilltop
glockenspiel
old bikes
new bikes
birds
waterfalls
carparks
morebirds

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Topfield / wetfeet

inkdots
ducks
the odd buzz
a nearby stream
some chirping
wheels whirring
longgrass
caves
but nobats
wetfeet
less whirring/ more chirping
seagulls
sheep
nature-ringtones
electric signals
bats
high pitch tweeting
&soundeffects

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Walk to Chapel Stile

swwwwwwshwwwshhhhh
noise from Merzbarn
rustling
baaaa
urghh
baaa
urgh baaa
distant-drumming
underwater
pebbles
and somedogs
cluckingbirds
more rustling
some reggae
anddrunks
this is happiness, yeah
i feel chemicals
clapping
baa
clucking streams
speedboats
chatter
wind
summer
footsteps
more rustling
cars
a boiler
andgoats

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Walk from Chapel Stile

Tractor
drumming &
the oddsheep
northernlads
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bass drumz
trains
feet
&boats
drunks
a stream
&falls
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leaves/ mopeds
engines/ chaffinches
another train
wetfeet
swwooosh
shwwwsh
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clucking
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dustysounds
noisey birds

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Sonata in the key if Ur

shhhhhwhshhhh
urk
shwwww
twtwtwtwtw
chatter
seagulls
branches
birdsnests
chipshops
moved-by-wind
&lorries
gardens
twigs
far-off beaches
the odd chorus
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shrrrrr
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silence
shrrrr
shrrrr
ducks
wind
&morewind

Sketches of Barcelona

Parc de la Cuitadella

L'hospital/ L'example

MACBA

Sagrada Familia

Park by Sagrada Familia

Sagrada Familia

Sketches of Venice/ Pisa

Grand Canal/ Accademia, Venice

Grand Canal/ Accademia

From Ponte Dell' Accademia, Venice

Colours near Accademia

Dockyards, Rio De S. Trovaso

Opera Singers/ Grand Canal

Swiss Rolls on Santa Maria della Salute

Campo S. Beneto, Venice

Piazza dei Miracoli, Pisa

Dreaming of Tigers

Dreaming of tigers
I awoke to find
A hungry cat
Asleep on a windowledge
Having spent all night
Fighting the tiger's
Of my mind
Now I know
That only
Tuna
Will do.

Poem for Teddy Sherringham

not the only
teddy boy
you weren't to be 
out done
when Sir Alex brought 
his hair dryer out
you went on the run

something

a secret kiss
was beyond
my wildest dreams
all of a sudden
my room seems so much bigger
has my view become
unclouded
or is it just
one of those things
you have this feeling
something has changed
nothing is really the same
nothing
has changed

New drawings

Landscape

Brain, part 1

Sketches from Portugal

View from Iiha da Barreta

Marina, Lagos

Streetdogs

streetdogs

on the Cerro das Mos

no fishermen

just dogs

looking for

earlyevening snacks

scouring the wastelands

of backyard highrise flats

and leftout/ leftover rubbish-bags

streetdogs

just hangingout

without-fishermen

no street-cred

too many

underfed

wild dogs

some graveyard cats

and no fishing nets

80's Seats

80's seats
on a 90's bus
like my first shell-suit
and Bro's

Juggle

My cat likes to juggle
She can do some pretty nice tricks
She's only been learning for two weeks
And she can already do 3 ball with her eyes shut
Yesterday I saw her on my window ledge
Doing columns and cat tennis
I don't expect that she'll be juggling with fire
Any day soon
But 4 paws at a time,
That's definitely in her realm

Rocketship

Friday
blasting through
spacehead
i'm cloudy
and I'm back again
inbetween cloud and space
i can't fly my own rocketship
i don't know how to navigate
i've just enough fuel for landing
without streetsigns
black or blue
if it's the moon
then that'll have to do

Asleep on the Radiator

a change of direction
while i was cooking my dinner
i thought you were asleep
but, no
you were just thinking things over

Best Served Chilled

Macaroni penguin's
Make the best sauces
They might not taste like pasta
But if latitude's what you're after
Head south 
For a penguin arrabbiatta

When Will He Who Hath Taken Away The Sins Of The World Be Famous

Jesus was an 80's kid
He liked Bros
Died on the cross
Tore his jeans
For our sins
Son of God
Saw them on Top of the Pops
When he'd done his miracles
He'd take his Disciples down to the disco
John the Baptist
Loved his Kraftwerk
And Mary Magdelene
Played the synth

Page Watching

I've been page watching
For the past few weeks
Mostly during my lunchbreak
Or when I'm on the bus


Some people call it reading
But I think they're missing the point
I don't just look at the words
I look at the spaces and the numbers too


I find second-hand books the most rewarding
You can trace the signs of age
The imprint of ownership
In every crease and every fold


I know what you're going to say
Why not just stare at a blank page
If you're not interested in the characters or the plot
Then why bother to even look


But for me it's not about what's there
But what's not
And after an afternoon of page watching
I might go and read a book

Sandwiches

How do they know
When they come
Or where they go
Every day
I go too late
And I'm left
With no breadcake, barm or butty
They must think I'm nutty

Ducks V's Swans

You need ducks
To do the dishes
Stick their bums up
And hunt for fishes


Swans are all majestic
No one ever sees them
Get their heads wet


But I'm sure they still have odd days
When they forget

The Mouse in the House