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erehwelse neeb  (  been elsewhere  )

…

 

scratching hatched breath

chasing summer’s tailspins

 

brushing black dogs

gently in the jitties

 

smoking codewords

roving over clover

 

spins between a sleep

scrawling rubber walrus

 

so the crowbar flaps

spartans, sparks ‘n’ spanners

 

if the rivers swell

nut another shell in

 

yonder’s woodland nymphs

shatting in the bracken

 

lark with martian folk

flummox flaxen saxons

 

morning is a milkman

& we are all his lovechildren

 

evening is an ombudsman

tossing off a goblin

 

blow the gas of clouds

hymn aloud with whispers

 

gasp a galaxy

– sandwiches f’ tea

 

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( author nodes )

this poem is dedicated to

the dozy, old bullshitter

that i had a bit of a barny with

in the queue of wilkos this morning

coz he said i was standing too close to him

when there was at least four metres between us

& anyways

this corona nonsense is about controlling people – not viruses

so i told him he should have gone to specsavers

& stood me ground

( frightened, little robots )

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