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a night in the wilds ( sdliw eht ni thgin a )

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a little owl growls
& a frog in a bog – howls
so a badger croaks

hark, a moth flutters
& the branches drip like gutters
as the marshland smokes

wafting wisp’s o’ willow
where the sedges are my pillow
& the teasel teases me

or upon the moors
where the hare squawk on all fours
with the fae & she

face the blankless bright
when the woodlands whistle shite
crows the hedgerow’s hog

so the chorus glows
caw the jackdaws in the close
squawking with the dog

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still overrated ( detarrevo llits )

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life as a normalzzz

four-four music

processed pop pap

the plods of a bot

shiny sweatshop shoes

sliced white bread

( bring back bread knives )

black suits at funerals

the kung-flu jib-jab

staying in your lane

net zero none sense

protein shakes

the latest thing’s hot cakes

christmas ( not yule )

magnums & cornettos

cucumber sandwiches

all those fucking poems

especially those sonnets

with cobwebs in their bonnets

the bloody london eye

& binley mega chippy

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umbrella standpoint ( tniopdnats allerbmu )

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possibly a thirty three

see the grey wagtails

later on – i’ll eat my pie

like the great wall of china

hence the green backdoor

six pence in change

she’s had the painters in

oliver cromwell’s uncle

it makes the womb look bigger

the forty fourth of february

pleuronectes platessa

monster trucks on the moon

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( author notes )

britain isn’t in morning

because it’s gone midday

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