Author: resarfpoetry

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reassembling then

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further than a murmur
certain like curtains
but not this what
which is where we why
wind her down slow now

winking back
at the moon in the garden
barking back
at the tree’s line work
drawing down the sun

runners in each bean
patient ‘fore the seeding
unfunding yesterdays
focus on the crocus
licking your tulips

singing in springs
waxwings & saddle soap
custard in cans
cobweb feet
cauliflower earlobes

deep green tomorrow
dangle like bats
bow like the low cloud
& clear this morning mist
– err evening’s reborn us

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jugband greens

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did the shoot really shoot
like a rascal blowing peas?

or is the shoot forced out
kicking like a drum

major marching on
as march is where the hare

boxes with their silhouette
maybe martians watch us all?

sound is bound in time
& from the thawing ground

goes another gasp
clasping at this foginess

wave with phantom hands
write us all a postcard

too soon like the moon
light reflects the sun’s smile

( ? )

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historical blame racket

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margeret of anjou never
rummaged through your wheelie bins

no visigoth ever
misgendered your labradoodle

my great, great, great, great grandfather
did not jump the queue

in the bakers yesterday
or ghost you on tiktok

as the past is ossified
not the cobwebs of tomorrow

but the bones of groan elsewhere
( the future’s yet unwoven )

so clive of india
did not fuse your brand new toaster

& no ancient phonecian
ever pissed on your dog roses

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trickster variations

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he’s banana skins
on footpaths on the sly

& the itching powder
in our restless underpants

he’s that jester’s hat
upon your eggy head

one side is green
& the other is red

he is the laughter
in the dogwood wood

knock, knock, knock
but no one is there – yeah

he is a puzzlesome
whiff in the air

the traffic light sprite
captain spanners

a sputtering machine
& the gum on your flip flops

the answers, my deer
are antlers on a postcard

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