Can’t be arsed yet
let the sales sail by till June
wake me when I’m sunk.

February

I ache for anti-freeze
just kick-start me secretly
dilute with porridge.

March

Go hare spotting, erect
long ears, bulging beady eyes
avoid the mirror.

April

Come she will, if not
take her roughly from behind
perhaps in disguise.

May

Bloody bank holidays
who really cares? one day off !
the employed you slob.

June

Factor eight upon
your frizzling pate, egg bald coot
I’ll have chips with you.

July

Recall seventy six
what a scorcher, hosepipe ban,
yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh.

August

Come she must, if not
search for the g spot, prepare
to be amazed sir.

September

Many things seem to end
yet many things seem to begin
how very confusing.

October

Neither here nor there,
Cold then hot, dark then not, what
An in-between-er.

November

Time of burns, not scalds
Of intricate plots by dummies
Stuffed with old clothes.

December

The month I came out,
No not the closet, the womb
And man loved the moon.

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