bites in the night

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stalking the corridors
she is dismal death

watching us like carrion
until we nowak

as we go about
business in this mad house

you are now tuned in
to radio broadmoor

fm & online
out the other – said the actress

but we’d rather be sleeping
on a bed, comfy mattress

yet the dark is a lark
& community is bright shite

bites in the night
but the bugs shall not become us

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a few truths not to write about

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how common sense
became a hate crime

they face shadows
& other phantoms

the round town square
in puzzleton

the deep under
developed in us

the life beyond
if premature

the knot in sure
of normalz them

needs more cobwebs
spanners et al

a gallery
before each front porch

not the dark hearth
of a wojak

slow that track down
ambient all

scribble on as the
smouldering war

for britain smokes
their hopes away

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sundayism acrostic

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s yrup sponge pudding
starlings – perhaps
u ndiagnosed athlete’s foot
unicorns or minotaurs
n ovelty socks
nowhere’s seafront
d awdle in a lonely wood
down-up in the midlands
a sparagus spears
asperger’s birdsong
y esteryear’s e.p
yes men in tweed suits
i guana handshakes
impala horn section
s hrouds of stodgy clouds
stuffing & gravy
m agpies on the lawn
maybe double rainbow

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