lemon lententide

~

lemon lententide  (  editnetnel nomel  )






swans upon a blossoming

boxing hares & swivel chairs

bicycles & icicles

cycles cyanide


diabetic hierophant

kiss the blizzard's lizard lips

broken biscuit blitherings

dog & bona fide


catalytic christenings

spin within the crystal air

is there life on marzipan?

lemon lententide


flapping phantom handlebars

purple myrtle myrmidons

mercury's a silver stream

rivers mystified

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another fucking leap year poem

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another fucking leap year poem  (  meop raey pael gnikcuf rehtona  )





january has fleas

but february is feathery



as spring sparks larks in march

& april's acrobaticals


with faith in may's eight maidens

looping blooming june's moons


higher in july

& hopping forth in august


'til september's ninja squirrels

& the bog frogs of october


float over november's ghost

december's dead

- & then


( ? )


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daze of the week

~

daze of the week  (  keew eht fo ezad  )







gravy train maelstroms

mutant moon monday


jumble sale foxtrot

turn the shrew tuesday


lemon curd bird bath

feather head wednesday


winter war roses

inner-spin thursday


blow your own gnosis

hideaway friday


ink in scrawl doses

thatterway - saturday


pickle under onion skin

daze of the week


blather green bean bag

( runaway sunday )

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revolution 432

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revolution 432  (  234 noitulover  )






seasons gleamings

feathered friends

dusters


cauliflower

cotton cloud

clusters


sputters utter

spiders spin

spirals


pickled cabbage

sandwiches

cycles


spins the middle

of the month's

morning


crunching numbers

thunder drums

warning


so, a poem

rivers twist

melons


summer salad

ballads suck

lemons


seven sisters

cygnus sings

swansongs


silver bullets

scatter graphs

long johns


startled starlings

starting go's

stopwatch


pocus hocus

broken toe

hopscotch


...









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( author notes )

i stole the title of this poem from a book

revolution 432 is the name of a chapter

in the cygnus key by andrew collins

a fascinating read

which didn't really inspire this little scribble

beyond me nicking the title

but credit where credit's due

as all forms of plagiarism are utterly deplorable

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i sigh with my spittle aye –

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i sigh with my spittle i –  (  – eya elttips ym htiw ym htiw hgis i  )




i sigh

with my spittle aye


the lies in the eyes

of woodland weasels


the dung on the tongue

of spineless spies


bees in a sonnet

& village busybodies


barking at snarks

& parping with parsnips


flaps with the bats

gaslights & gobshites


spouting out venom

& running from echoes


the hare in a snare

is their own silhouette


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