blessed bee thy bumbles
thy stumbles & thy staggers
but there’s daggers in the eyes
of the hi-vis enforcers

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voltaire’s horse
bolted after thunderclaps
captain birdseye’s cousin
will meet you in the cubicles

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bring your own sandwiches
& speak unspoken languages
fear the lollipop
the lady of mortlake

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crematorium
we’re scrawling down in lieu
yes, in memoriam
plodded like all tennyson

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the dismal drear of yesteryear
yes, drizzle disappear
a momentary tortoise shell
a herring-red admiral

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or hannibal, the punic wars
but animals in human form
will scowl us tossers to
& fuckers fro, then home

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