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a bit of a poemz ( zmeop a fo tib a )
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love is like turpentine
i am not an osogoth
strawberry jam
when the goblins are upon us
akhenaten’s armpits
extras whisper rhubarb
dancing with the ants
on a magic tartan carpet
quarter to coot
when the moorhen is clucking
two loose shrews
& a broken egg timer
bonce upon a wonky shelf
never cross a shepherdess
it’s good to see bees
in mid-october
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six twists ( stsiwt xis )
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like spiral galaxies
tongues becoming knickers
moles within the plot holes
swirling inner-circles
dizziness & dancing
a fool in a whirlpool
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curtains time ( emit sniatruc )
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iron & bamboo
corded acorns drawing you
as the sun crawls down
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thermal furls of net
panel pairs plus nineties hair
eyelets on the stage
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rod pocket & pull
table top, power shower
flicker, twitcher, beef
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velvet, linen, silk
valance, pencil pleat & sash
they all call your name
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insomnia & out the other ( rehto eht tuo & ainmosni )
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bobbing on a hilltop
sober as a gnome
roving under twinkles
drinking milky tealights
see the bright of cat’s eyes
rabbits, voids & plasmoids
eating after eight mints
at three-oh-three a.m
then, beneath the moonbeams
catching luna’s ray daze
swimming silver pastures
( grasses pass as seaweed )
up before the early birds
up before the worms
up before aurora
larking in the dark
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light lunch ( hcnul thgil )
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a firefly shines
in the gloop
of my soup
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clodhopping song ( gnos gnippohdplc )
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drumming on the mud
rat-a-splat & fiddlesticks
spits a rhythmic thud
plodding of a morn
like the duke of wellington
milk a sopping lawn
kicking sods of turf
sticks & stones & rabbit bones
off the skin of earth
stomping on the leas
nincompoops in blucher boots
as the mizzle pees
prancing in the mist
scrambles as an alibi
scratching something’s gist
dancing on the ground
as the rub of so bellow
murmurs gurgled sound
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balaclava – baklava ( avalkab – avalcalab )
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as the clouds are howling by
in the rabid autumn sky
& the chills are frisking me
grill an owl or dictionary
sings a swan within the brain
quibbles quizzing on again
balaclava – baklava
how i wonder what you are?
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one’s a sort of woollen mask
from a battle, since you ask
born in eighteen fifty four
in the great crimean war
& the other is a treat
filled with nuts & honey sweet
baked with layered filo – so
that’s the difference, now you know
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in a month of mondays ( syadnom fo htnom a ni )
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calendars & contours
colanders in kitchen sinks
swans are singing encores
once upon the sequels
gleams the green of in between
snoring with the eagles
pour another tea cup
buttered toast & traffic jam
so the stuttered speak up
storming of a morning
mares within the air & hare
where the stagger’s fawning
anoraks & sun rays
ambles on an ashen path
in a month of mondays
scrambles at the deep end
badgers in the thicket’s thatch
tangled ’til the weekend
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cloven hoofed yoofs ( sfooy defooh nevolc )
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have you herd the one
about the gangs of cows?
cloven hoofed yoofs
clad in shellsuits
sniffing super glue
marker pens & tipex
skiving off from school
larking in them leas
knocking fences down
patting yon allotments
drinking booze from town
chasing great dane bitches
labradors & spaniels
pugs & humans too
gobbing on badgers
pissing on the footpaths
swagger walk & bugger
all before the slaughter
on the road to death
– what a load of bullocks
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sternutation in a major ( rajom a ni noitatunrets )
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the bandleader blows
his trombone nose
& sneezes bars
of marching brass
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