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hey, kurzweil ( liewzruk ,yeh )
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robots will never
smell the petrichor
wafting up nostrils
from orgaicoil soil
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stirring a song
for the hinterland’s band
– no, not the robots
the metal or flesh
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too busy writing
poems online
& shining illusory shoes
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walking the dog
on the crust of the moon
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waving the flag
of the latest bot-fad
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robots will never
catch athlete’s foot
from a paraplegic
fatso
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badgering on
with a blister so persistent
she even switches heels
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f e b ( b e f )
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further echoes backwards
foxes electrify badgers
farmers eat buttercups
faraway elephants bark
fabled easterlies blow
fireflies egg babylon
future endeavoured bluebells
florists emancipate bakers
floating excelsior’s beyond
fruitful’s endless bunions
fucking easter bonnets
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coffee & sneezy ( yzeens & eeffoc
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patter on the pane
pitter on again
nailing a tale
on a force ten gale
lock a locket tight
tenter is the night
hooked upon the spy
of a spider’s eye
when eleven calls
crawling up the walls
bolt a howling door
while the loft mice roar
spin a growling oak
heaving even’s soak
weave a drier though
’til horizons glow
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spring gathering ( gnirehtag gnirps )
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bluebell ringer’s
buttercup churner’s
maidens with hot cross
buns in the ovens
sneezing breezes
feathered penfriends
dancing daffodils
foxtrotting badgers
faux-troubadours
shepherds spotting leopards
liquid snowmen
puddles in trouble
agnus daze
the hazy lamb
green old biddies
called hyacinth or iris
boxing heiresses
socking kidnappers
hepatitis beekeepers
buzzes under bonnets
where the air is rarer
than a ginger with a tan
dandelion tamer’s
& scrambled eggheads
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peter panspermia ( aimrepsnap retep )
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foghorning forms
in the mizzle’s mist
twisting like a plot
on a morning plod
scrawl was never lost
potter in the frost
quizzical in crisp
antlers on a postcard
particles of light
parsonages, parsnips
sixteen down
a soldier in a gown
bluebells too
musical, this interlude
dot them dots
sings a fat bastard robin
moons on the rise like
flats or balloons
spies the eye in me
on this cosmic egg
space is shaping we
time is tea & crumpets
buttercups blow like
little yellow trumpets
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unholy disguises ( sesiugsid ylohnu )
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a sow as a cow
is swine in bovine clothing
pull the udder one
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a memory down trip lane ( enal pirt nwod yromem a )
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i recall the fall
in my geriatric armchair
slurping lucozade
in a crystal cognac glass
stroking my cravat
as if it were a cat
back between naps
scratching the annals –
once upon the cobbles
a wobble followed through
a trip of a slip
on rain-glazed stone
so the stormy glows
like the embers of remember
misted like a morning
on a meadow by a river
went the then of me
soaring in the air
high on banana skins
& nuerofen plus
flying like a fish
arse over elbows
stumble up & gone
crashing with aplomb
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top line work ( krow enil pot )
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i saw dinosaurs
dragons, knights, & astronauts
in your drawing book
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the royal philharmonic carthorse ( esrohtrac cinomrahlihp layor eht )
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snug pine in penguins
when lent heaps in elephants
in pigeons sponge i
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twenty twenty toodleooh ( hooeldoot ytnewt ytnewt )
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see the evening starlings
where the air is up
walk a muddy path
laughing like a mallard
wonder like a bra
can flying fish swim?
can they see space
from the great wall of china?
is the queen a bloke
with a royal todger?
maybe, if prince phillip
was her birthing ladyboy
anyways, the moon
is crooning of a future
but the moon’s unjabbed
& hasn’t had a booster
soon she shall be cancelled
selene in a gulag
when the karens moan so
sing before the storm
parp another parsnip
from the annal’s passage
pen another then
scratch your hairy annus
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resarf poetry 