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just another tuesday poem  (  meop yadseut rehtona tsuj  )

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sheets & shrouds of clouds

brown is england's pheasant gland

sunk beneath this grey


blurting bursts of birds

burble on a gurgled breeze

needles in the hay


shite is on t.v

spiders in the attic feast

eating curds & whey


spectres in the head

chatters, chimes & diatribes

clattering away


weasels prowl the town

spittle spins the village rats

squirrels in their drey


sleep as shepherds bleat

phantoms flap in chapels black

scraps as mantis prey


shades of beige eclipse

stand y' still like river mist

why choose night, tuesday?


as inside hide i

rubber walls & sipping chai

bugger all to say

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