Author: resarfpoetry

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observations on a brass monkey morn

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observations on a brass monkey morn ( nrom yeknom ssarb a no snoitavresbo )

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birds catch worms
with extra reinforcements

diamond tip beaks
crafty little buggers

wear a pair of boots
as the pavements crave fractures

dancing on ice
like the shite on i.t.v

two white hares
& a pair of ermine stoats

stopwatches counting
out in the leas

sheep shit freezes
in thirty three seconds

harder than y’ nan
on nandrolene-plus

rivers don’t flow
but noses run ragged

scarves upon scarves
fingers in pockets

gnomes are frozen still
by the garden pond’s coma

colder than a wim hof
hot water bottle
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thyme travel

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thyme travel ( levart emyht )

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walking ‘fore the snowdrops

christen sleeping beds

roaming like a roman

or a saxon on a plod

feet upon the cobbles

or a ruddy muddy path

wafting herbal scents

not rabid badger musk

up before tomorrow

humming old folk rope

striding like a viking

or a georgian soldier soul

springs within my plimsolls

& a spriglet of the green stuff

tucked like a friar

in my anorak pocket

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the trojan walrus

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the trojan walrus ( surlaw najort eht )

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cauliflower cloudburst

ten red bicycles

sideways laser rays

incandescent sunshine

tin can candlemas

matchstick mannequins

moon juice juggernaut

coleslaw sauropod

sugar paper plane

nosebleed rosaries

tempest telegrams

landfill filament

dipstick dictionary

seesaw sorcery

whistle on the rooftops

jesus loves unicorns

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girlfriend in a coomer

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girlfriend in a coomer ( remooc a ni dneirflrig )

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my true love

is live online

platinum members only

she is the itch

of my withering wrist

in this second adolescence

i am bewitched

by this digital bitch

webcam succubi – pumping me blind

she is fit

but thick as fuck

blander than a church sermon

drain again

my internet djinn

spread your sprawling tentacles

suck my brain

& fleeting ka

harder than the s.a.s

yes, the flesh

is but a vessel

but this ship is sinking here

spunking the jollop

of my monkey-ape japes

i know, i know – it’s serious

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technique … ish

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technique … ish ( hsi … euqinhcet )

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with leaden legs of stead
within the twists of sylphid mist
a scribble in the head

the mumbles crumb & play
the bumblebees in stumble me
the jumbles of the day

beneath the croaking cloud
or by the sprite of candle’s light
the monologue’s aloud

a play without a plot
a pantomime in underpants
a sort of pissing pot

the scrapes of nature notes
a stoat within a weasel wood
the scrotal scapes of goats

a coma on the run
the lottery of prosody
another smoking pun

i plod the sodden leas
within the wails & scale the dales
a song upon the breeze

& ink the life & times
the rise & scrawl of bugger all
until the fucker rhymes
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snoitcerid

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snoitcerid ( directions )

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wash your hands again

like a modern pontius pilate

no right turn

or your birthday cake will burn

don’t the feed the unicorns

unless you’ve got a licence

best before yesterday

wear a pair of wellys

fly like a nightingale

box with the frogs

stick to the path

like a first class stamp

never eat shredded wheat

god save the badger

bend both knees

on a tuesday afternoon

be a good sheeple

& listen to the government

grow your own potatoes

in a hobbyhorse trough

may contain hazelnuts

& shut the fucking gate

this is not a circular

serve with seasonal greens

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twenty, twenty, gone

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twenty, twenty, gone ( enog ,ytnewt ,ytnewt )

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a roger up the buggered rear
a sausage of a sodding year
a little lizard’s lottery
it’s crystal cricket vision here

a paddle in the riddle’s pooh
another loosened mutant shrew
the flapping karens cancelled me
& nanna got the phantom flu

& so the rabid weasels rained
but cabbage poetry sustained
as muzzles masked the cattle “free”
& planet earth is shackle-chained

the droning global scrotums lie
so more will stumble, fall & die
so let the bumbled normalzzzz bee
& we will spread a butterfly

the road’s a fork, a bendy swan
it’s torque is twenty, twenty, gone
the past’s a rotten apple tree
& inkling scribbles bubble on

& fuck the piddle bucket’s list
with knotted knickers in a twist
the yawning dawn is calling thee
beyond the fog of yonder’s mist
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