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shrapnel from heaven
eggs from nests in whitsun winds
clap from the vicar
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shrapnel from heaven
eggs from nests in whitsun winds
clap from the vicar
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the foxgloves are off
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purring like a cataract
as a splatter of a splatter of a fact
mattering like missing links
glugging like those kitchen sinks
smiling like the morning sun
choking like a smoking gun
gloaming like the even’ tide
falling fast – with her abide
floating like a sylphid friend
futures blooming past the bend
dancing like the pants of ants
blessing like a second chance
sneezing like a garden gnome
larking while the statues roam
shining like an eggheads crown
if the noon is booming down
bucking like a fucking mule
steaming like a bowl of gruel
rocky like gibraltar’s strait
wonky like the curate’s gait
likeable – just like a like
rideable like old school bikes
such is her analogy
like another – simile
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spinach green skin
asparagus eyebrows
a buttercup mullet
a red rose nose
( fit for sniffing posies )
a caterpillar moustache
wisteria ears
ice cream eyes
endearing deer horns
& a mouthful of salad
but a birdsong smile
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spread your brown stuff down
oh, yeasty extract temptress
on hot buttered toast
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dear last tuesday afternoon,
thanks for not raining down
frogs or toads
thanks for the lemon curd sandwich
lunch was a triumph
in itself
thanks for not giving me aids
i can still hear quite well
in me better left ear
thanks for the stickiest – sweetest
of traffic jams
& conserves
thanks for the sunshine
& ice cream
& for tying my shoelaces tight
thanks for not shatting your load
& for helping all those hedgehogs
safe across the road
thanks for the pareidolic filth
we all clearly saw
in your obscene clouds
thanks for the kingfisher
i saw swishing by
at three thirty three
– pee effing emm
& thanks for not nuking us all
or striking me three times
with lightning
( nice one )
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pineapple poets
painting paddleboats purple
pensively pausing
plink plonk pianos
penguin penfriends pickle prose
pluviophiles purr
pastoral pirates
perplex peevish poltergeists
pigeons peck pancakes
peter piper prays
precipitation’s pending
plentiful puddles
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a waterproof
your backdoor key
the spear of destiny
a pen, a pad
a can of ginger beer
a cardigan
a mars bar
frankincense
myrrh
vaseline
rubber johnnies
garlic cloves
chewy toffee
silver bullets
toothbrush, toothpaste
pickled peppers
five gold rings
my bow of burning gold
my arrows of desire
firelighters
safety matches
ants in your pants
fire extinguisher
rubber chickens
bucket loads of brevity
pickled peppers
a wanker hat
the kitchen bloody sink
& your memory
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professor plum jam
lady scarlet fever pitch
colonel mustard gas
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green becomes greener
as rabbits multiply
vivaldi’s slinky
slithers down the stairs
then clouds disappear
as if never effing here
shafts from the nearest star
tan the garden gnomes
next the air turns like
the tumble drier
of judas iscariot
& frisks the haunted orchard
sooner than a should
& shivers climb our spines
so the apple blossom snows
her iced-white petals
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