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yes, i am just that chaffinch
upon your step-godmother’s
vintage bird table
pecking at the stale crusts
of her seedy rye bread
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yes, i am just that chaffinch
upon your step-godmother’s
vintage bird table
pecking at the stale crusts
of her seedy rye bread
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…
bend another then
the colour of your elbows
is turning in vernal
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shades of vivaldi
his pizzas & hotels
or the winter of your mind
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the gaps between the trees
where the birds bristle
the mistle thrush & robin
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hoods on & hats down
in the cellar’s cool
cucumber harvest
~
festival fare
maidens & morris men
parsnips & panpipes
~
bursting big cloudy
lemonade bubbles
up from below
~
fibre in each flex
limbs & begin
when forever’s floating
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i once drank enough
to understand pingu
for a few
blissful minutes
i was fluent in his language
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unmatching socks
a hermitage indoors
up before the early birds
unjibby-jabbed
wobbles with each step
safety in numberless
solo jaunts
coffee stained brain
scattergraph that
cheese & pickle cobwebs
best before last century
like everything else
library lover
but under no yoke
claudine fork that
thoughtforms spur
bursts of brighter dawns
& mizzle in the midlands
excalibur
is a poundland pen
when is then now
i am not a cow
hazier than daisy
let the bellends knell
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cobwebs for breakfast
trapped into a coroner
cue those dancing hedgehogs
& silent pyrotechnics
oh former covid wardens
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b est selling authors, bbc stars
bafta award winning
e dgelord poets, estate agent wrong’uns
e-thots & their simps
l agered up lads, local councillers
local arts councils
l ottery winners, loads of sport
leaders of nations
e co signallers, everything is politics
extroverted everyone
n ormies, news readers
nincompoop troofers
d odgy officials – deleting our comments
death cults of climate change
s onnet composers, shit posting nobodies
servants of acrostica
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mixing on unfolded decks
lounger sounds & breaks
folk on me sofa
chaise longue epics
& rocking horse beats
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last seen on the moors
in a puddle of himself
watch your step walking
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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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cornflakes & quarter moons
but first a second guess
a golden labrador mat
fifteen across
milk chocolate teapots
seven down now, please
plus the loopholes in your
orthopaedic shoelaces
& those gobby mute swans
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