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titbits & pieces

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titbits & pieces ( seceip & stibtit )

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shooting star fishwives

kingfisher swishes

vicars whipping spinsters

gingerbread bin crumbs

do you do voodoo?

a pixie in the garden

skipping over leaves like

cracks on the pavement

seventeen, benzine

butterflies in autumn

once upon a cobweb

when the sun was younger

& the moon was frisky

dancing with the jigsaws

spinning between daydreams

’til the first of snowdrop

fifty six milkmen

pickles on a cheese breeze

bonfire whiffs

embers in november

mayflies in april

butter fingers spreading

catching a feather

– grow your own toenails

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the scourge of thirteen strikes again

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the scourge of thirteen strikes again ( niaga sekirts neetriht fo egruocs eht )

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these walls are tracing paper

feet away from telephone drones

the terraces are restless

a ghostly echo chamber

the bane again is raining

& pissing in my riddle pot

as prosody is lost

a thorn within my sideways

& dawn is crawling closer

so slam another cupboard door

& scrawl upon a messy desk

when pencils become swords

the dismal dung of minions

with sisyphaen tongues

pondlife since the old man died

sleepless nights & weasel shite

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in the greenwich meantime

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in the greenwich meantime ( emitnaem hciwneerg eht ni )

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comatose toes

blossom on sabbatical

absent like scarecrows

or goosegrass rashes

bees buzz zees

as the trees bare all

like the shite biography

of a zed-list tosser

summer’s buggered off

wandered like the hands

of a driving instructor

or a bishop on remand

suns become moons

come the slide of afternoon

joggers with headlamps

blinding my staggers

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turnips for the books

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turnips for the books ( skoob eht rof spinrut )

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pickled cabbage day

splatter saturday

sun is pissing grey

apple afternoons

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bob beneath the shroud

cauliflower cloud

squiggles ink aloud

mizzle shrivels prunes

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swans upon the once

hymns within the bonce

dance as sonnets ponce

ants in pantaloons

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fragments of a gist

not a shopping list

carrots in the mist

brambles & bassoons

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tangles in the sludge

spud a sunken trudge

nutter fingers fudge

sinking sanded dunes

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wurzels, worms ‘n’ hooks

comas, crows ‘n’ rooks

turnips for the books

suitors, soup ‘n’ spoons

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all the swirled’s a stage

gurn another page

rage against the beige

scree the scrawl of loons

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smeg the smog of dearth

kicking clods of turf

dream of peas on earth

egging mutant moons

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yet more racist things they should cancel forever

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yet more racist things they should cancel forever ( reverof lecnac dluohs yeht sgniht tsicar erom tey )

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drystone walling

sunday teatime

non-gender-neutral bagpipes

matchboxes, magpies

barnard’s star

cardigans, ptarmigans

starfish, carnations

clay pigeon shooting

mister kipling’s cherry bakewells

tuesday afternoons

the severn bore, semaphore

lychees, lichtenstein

non-non-binary binary code

toblerones, moonbeams

mid-morning pancake day

& most pot noodles

( brrr )

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n o v e m b e r

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n o v e m b e r ( r e b m e v o n )

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now that wraiths have faded

      fluttered by like butterflies

owls beyond the crows

      bogs become the leas

voles in every pigeonhole

      scribbles scratching naps

easter is a snoring dormouse

      piss another pantomime

michaelmas is mizzle-mist

      goats & stoats in duffel coats

babylondon burns again

      badgers dance a reelsome eight

embers of a distant hymn

      sing within this hinterland

rubble underfoot

      feathers in my pockets

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crunching

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crunching ( gnihcnurc )

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crunching in a wood

scrunching on this crackered land’s

kitchen sinking sand

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trudging with aplomb

like the fading autumn sprite

as the footpath twigs

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so the thicket thins

saturn spins – a goblin sings

this is easter’s ghost

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& the carpet glows

marbles, me & barking trees

branches leaf a trace

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numbered blow the bones

wafer thin biscuits fading

embers of a then

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sound is bouncing round

sun above but yonder ground

eggshells & cornflakes

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the keys

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the keys ( syek eht )

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tingles in the land of tangles

jingles in a pocket’s jangle

cracking on between the scrambles

plodding on the road

dithers, dawdles, scrawls & gasping

blithers as the brass is rasping

rivers running, fingers clasping

digits in a code

dazes changing, hazes bunching

noses glowing, pinches punching

hymns & spinning, numbers crunching

songs upon a breeze

pushing buttons, switching pitches

summer’s wizards, winter’s witches

motion, oceans, hills & ditches

shifting with the keys

shuffles of a muffed morning

as the sunken sun is yawning

when the staggered stead is fawning

then it’s enter in

floating in the ghost of gloaming

fading, waving, flapping, foaming

beetles heaving, dung’s the roaming

home & let’s begin

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