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storming on ( no gnimorts )

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i see bows of moon

in mutant june

the night’s a ghost

a spook & a loon

& i ink to my self

as a spanner is hurled

 

i scree skies of red

the woodlands howl

as thunder drums

the wind’s an owl

& i sink on my shelf

as the scatters are swirled

 

the hedgehogs in the hedgerows

an echo in the dark

the taps upon the windows

the splatters of a lark

 

i piss on in a pot

nut a bolt in the blue

the sunshine is raining

this shite is glue

 

i pee birds in words

the air is dust

the lightning’s bright

in sod we rust

as the garden is dark

in the pool of the whirled

& i sing to my elf

– what’s the weather like

where you are?

 

( o h  y e a h )

 

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