"Art in the 'Offal' world (awful world of junk)

in the kitchen sink

deep in the pockets of some

there are the art works

every one

extraordinary 

fantastic and 

also humdrum

look there lies a brontosaurus

or is it a pair of false teeth

it looks like someone 

who's bitten a snake

or a cracked open 

an earthquake hole

what do you think?

There 

when you least expect 

to see art

up a tree, in the park

down a manhole

just see

stand on your head

wash your hair

bubbles are there  

shapes pop

nothing escapes 

my keen visionary glare

where the worm walked 

there is silvered 

a layer 

of slime

making paintings 

so terribly fine 

and sticky

that history's 

made with an opening fuss

at the exhibition 

in the old bus

just look 

and don't make 

a fuss.

The dustbin's full of junk

and art is such a funk

blow a hole in the wall

in the shape of it all

and its art, what? Art!

Stretch a line

double its length 

and tie it onto the hedge

sit on the road

reciting a code 

of elegant words 

on a pyre

of the fire with the smoke 

rising up and 

a baggage of muck to deliver 

to farmer Giles

oh the stench

that's art

no what do you mean

when its smells

oh hells bells

I can't follow the stream

they're to busy with firs in the bogs

and the logs on the fire 

make a glow

and then its all 

covered in snow.