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six granary baps
a pint of semi-skimmed milk
peaches & pile cream
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six granary baps
a pint of semi-skimmed milk
peaches & pile cream
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then let’s begin
she can snap like
a terrapin
a donkey’s tail
the shirt i wore
is hairy now
a trowel – perhaps
your mouth & me
these little digs
a nettle here
a thistle there
– who’s weeding who?
it’s red ahead
with green unseen
the blue buffoon
is bellend i
both up & down
so winding then
he later wrote
a post-it note
explaining none
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on a muddled day
as the beanstalks climb
up ‘n’ up away
blue bewilders grey
once upon a rhyme
pen the when of then
with the wink of know
chuckle rubber hen
murmur maids in men
fishy be thy flow
paper planes ‘n’ cars
magic carpet burn
phantom handlebars
yonder’s trah-luh-lahs
yesterday’s an urn
open books ‘n’ worms
squirming in tin cans
aahs becoming erms
piffle reaffirms
shat is hitting fans
sigh a butterfly
sun between the rain
as the crowbars fly
speckled you & i
dot the dots again
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while the wise crow flies
in zig-zag directions
while onion dicers weep
& the resting dough expands
while the soap star dies
& the stunt man explodes
while occasional tables
pretend that they’re a chair
while your air guitar
gently plucks a scale &
while the curate’s egg
is scrambled for your breakfast
while temporary bus stops
disappear from here again
i’ll write another postcard
to your uncle rose in scunthorpe
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blessed bee thy bumbles
thy stumbles & thy staggers
but there’s daggers in the eyes
of the hi-vis enforcers
~
voltaire’s horse
bolted after thunderclaps
captain birdseye’s cousin
will meet you in the cubicles
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bring your own sandwiches
& speak unspoken languages
fear the lollipop
the lady of mortlake
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crematorium
we’re scrawling down in lieu
yes, in memoriam
plodded like all tennyson
~
the dismal drear of yesteryear
yes, drizzle disappear
a momentary tortoise shell
a herring-red admiral
~
or hannibal, the punic wars
but animals in human form
will scowl us tossers to
& fuckers fro, then home
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kosh o’ clock
quarter past curtains
ten to let’s be ‘avin’ you
every ruddy mayday
s.o.s p.m
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all is when the river
spins the morning’s mutant blue
then the shepherds dither
where the air refreshes
maidens dance in penguin suits
morris men in dresses
you beyond horizons
ghosting where the milkman floats
soon the welkin widens
when the pheasant’s strutting
then the rest is mustard cress
wishes in the upping
dishes by the plateful
lemon fool & toasted us
once upon an april
singing hymns & choral
come the birds & sweary words
fuckin’ ‘ell, it’s floral
face the rabid badgers
wankers on a mission then
laughing after spanners
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he smells of tuesday afternoons
& friday morning fog
he speaks fluent squirrel
& hedgehog with an accent
i’ve yet to see him levitate
or dance the macarena
he sleeps in the coal shed
& eats all the cobwebs
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april, april
a fool in a cagoule
here beneath the clear blue
april, april
a plateful of mash
with red onion gravy
april, april
a gnome with a big nose
is kissing your tulips
april, april
a temporary bus stop
& half a tube of voltarol
april, april
the blossom on the breeze
is snowing white petals
april, april
another lamb sprang
then the west wind sang
april, april
a fool in a cloudburst
without a waterproof
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singing us back
mister bump & tickle
tony the tiger
exmoor ponies
next turn for coleslaw
walking pole to pole
freon in his veins
radio derby ram
darth vader’s head
gathering detritus
fridge magnet man
semi-skimmed insides
cool like the blind
with their shades indoors
white plastic skin
him of ants in pantries
humming like a sleeping bee
give him souvenirs
your trinkets & your life
– it’s another stick-up
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