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all hail the cheese gods

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all hail the cheese gods ( sdog eseehc eht liah lla )

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fruits of the socks

the flocks

& the cocoa

babybel ringers

& cadbury crunchies

lovers of chilli

the stink

of a bishop

blue veined stalwarts

chips in a muffin

cheddar or white like

milky bars

– sparkle dark

king of the crackers

the soul of a pizza

queen of hobnobs

& the crack

in penguin biscuits

all hail the cheese gods

& chocolate goddesses

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blah, blah, corona, blah

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blah, blah, corona, blah ( halb , anoroc ,halb ,halb )

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mutants, drones a wojak

on the six o’clock snooze

so the muffled muppets shake

little chickens shitting bricks

there’s a snare within the air

in the absence of a hare

as i shop with cash

with my stubbled chops unmasked

there’s the scars of self-harm

in the startled eyes of cattle

& a gap between the ears

in the year of the weasel

in a two ‘n’ middle eight

of a wank swansong

when the cult of science spins

so the hermits stroke their chins

there’s a star before the dawn

in the marbles of the morning

but the normalzzz is a wall

& the fucker will not fall

ruddy worms in every can

irk the squirms within my journals

words gather dust

like nightingale hospitals

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the storm in my eyes is only your shadow

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the storm in my eyes is only your shadow ( wodahs ruoy ylno si seye ym ni mrots eht )

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there on the spot

where all hinterlands cross

fingers in knots

crystalline air

– snow, if you must

& butter my toast

with your sweet toe jam

in between deep green

runner bean daydreams

is a dead red door

sort of metaphor

yet the cycle spanners

with a siskin song

& a badger in the bracken

will the dogwood bark

if the alder catkins purr?

paper planes sail then

underneath solo

pear tart harpsichord

in the other-other garden

there is a parsnip

that never parps out

owls in the background

let them eat jaffa cakes

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twelve daze of yulemas

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twelve daze of yulemas ( sameluy fo ezad evlewt )

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twelve elves in shell suits

bobbing in the woodland

eleven ewes are loose

– there’s a goose with a gun

ten winter wrens

if the pickled pen says so

nine pints of water

from the spring before the river

eight middle eights

in a shitty christmas songbook

seven pheasant feathers

in the field behind the graveyard

six zip cardigans

knitted by the pixie folk

five chocolate coins

in lieu of legal tender

four androids

for every human here

three ducks waddle

on the bridge beside the weir

two sharp pebbles

from the innards of my shoe

& a parnsip in a parp

from the bandstand in my bottom

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the mud beneath

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the mud beneath ( htaeneb dum eht )

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the mud beneath’s a sodden bog
a cloak of oak, a croaking log

the mizzled mist is missing sheep
a dragon snores & all is sleep

the deep is up, the south is north
the east is west, the back is forth

a feather falls – but falls from where?
your mother’s face, a leveret hare

the twisting shapes, a dip, a dive
a spooling ghoul, the air’s alive

the scattered land is sleeping cloud
the taj mahal, the turin shroud

a circle spins a string of yarn
a distant screech, a secret barn

& all is balls, a yawning day
the pastures pant, the grass is grey

a sunken see, the squinting sands
the seasons jazz with phantom hands

the mud beneath’s a sodden bog
a plod within the morning’s fog
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question air

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question air ( ria noitseuq )

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pale beyond the gale
winter’s lost her twisted tail
in between the wars

all is yawning balls
cross & dot the whats ‘n’ wares
pause & question air

name your favourite cheese?
stiltons, cheddars, red leicesters
eighties, goats or bries?

why the summer haze?
did you build the pyramids?
brown sauce or ketchup?

is it sweet above
i upon the sodden ground?
why don’t penguins fly?

do i breathe in you
like i breathe in thee & see
dragons dancing breath?

gleaming, sylphid forms
of a speckled, spawning morn
plodding on the leas

why this stifled still?
is the off a peaking trough?
when will you blow so?
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