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notes on death ( htaed no seton )
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slip inside a night
brighter than a deep sleep
speckled flashing reds
& warm orange orbs
all the proper dogs
not the yapping rats
clarions & carrion
sirens sing a b-side set
bean green handstands
& ever-gloaming oceans
sinking in a sofa
glowing in a coma
blossoming a winter
float beyond the glossary
pen of yellow then
blooming blue infinitude
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the cousin of bread ( daerb fo nisuoc eht )
…
a breakfast friend
the cousin of bread
a knife in hand
& butter is spread
a scrunching lunch
a supper, a tea
with margarine
& runny honey
a scented star
the king of the crunch
a bed f’ beans
a pinch & a punch
the chief of charred
a hymn in the air
the king of crisp
& chairman of yeahhh
a fibrous sprite
a round of the brown
a glue f’ pooh
& gobble it down
a sort of nod
a cheer & a sup
& disappear
the bottoms of up
a slice of slang
for that which is done
the fucked, the dead
the buggered ‘n’ spun
a sign, a post
& rhymer of ghost
or northernmost
– this poem is toast
…
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goodnight, auntie ( eitnua ,thgindoog )
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she mewls & spools & spews
her dribble, dross & floss
a crippled morning yawns
& mizzled afternoons
are shite as creeping night
the day’s a double daze
in sinking shades of beige
& lumpen london’s greys
her snuffled evening snooze
a minion’s ministry
of george’s blooming truth
as two plus bloody two
is never ruddy four
it’s flippin’ five – divide
& hide from weasels – run
the ‘rona sniffles spin
a coma of a sun
her gloaming jokes are woke
& total scrotal wank
as saville’s rancid ghost
hangs over – seek & see
a flapping phantom black
a laughing rabid rat
she bit the feeding hand
& bleeding britain winced
the rotter’s coffers pinch
& this old, little bitch
can frig quisling herself
& leach not offa me
the rest is sweat in stone
a nave beneath a grave
so fuck the b.b.c
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seasonal greens ( sneerg lanosaes )
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fields become marshes
martians harvest broccoli
a frog in the fog
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a conker fell ( llef reknoc a )
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a conker fell upon the path
a feather & a leaf
upon the soft & sodden ground
– the lightness of a thief
& ponder i upon a plod
is this a sort of nod?
a mirror land of sinking sand
a portent & a sod
a bugger of the rectal rim
a spanner up the arse
a bounder of a bouncing bean
until the green is sparse
the roundabouts of out again
with knickers in a spin
a vernal verse – but in reverse
the cousin of begin
& kiss the twists of sylphid mist
a wraith upon the vale
a leper of a letterbox
& brush the foxes’ tail
as breezes blow & weasels crow
& thickets disappear
a conker fell upon the path
& so the bend is here
( oh, bollocks )
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yesterday is tomorrow’s today ( yadot s’worromot si yadretsey )
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then fledgling phoenixes
stage left & right turn
them from the ashes
of another dry ice age
breathe like a bicycle
fly like a mole
bite the bullet’s hole
before the trigger is triggered
time is like octopuses
on a bouncy castle
dodge the phantom rain clouds
hiding in the sun’s shine
tudor computers
neolithic portals
yawns of a morning
sleeping ’til the evening
so, robotic romans
saturn spins both ways
spanners, anvils, calendars
circles, whirrs & banisters
hammers, hammocks, kippers red
hamsters haddock in the head
easter was a phantom land
& bring your own sandwiches
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oh, cauliflowers ( srewolfiluac ,ho )
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when the dusted speckled hen
spots the rusted lion’s den
when the evening spiral’s fly
spiders weaving in y’ eye
when the tartan garden lark
snarks a bark – & harken – hark
then the piffle pigeons roar
– all the little piglets soar
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( author notes )
the picture is some runner beans
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september or bust ( tsub ro rebmetpes )
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a hymn again beyond the fog
with pissing rain, the earth’s a bog
a gurgled splodge, a sodden trudge
of mother mud & chocolate fudge
the bouncing ground’s a trampoline
the browns & greens of in between
a trundle sees the orchards hang
a mutant hue, a boomerang
& england spins, the branches shake
as petals snow & phantoms wake
a feather falls upon the fro
the gardens lark as breezes crow
& all is balls, the squirrels scry
& blather nuts – the bend is nigh
the summery is crystal blear
the bumbles bee – ’til autumn’s here
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light be there let ( tel ereht eb thgil )
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can the goblins see me?
but the wind is plasticine
she is not an octopus
then the seventh century
soaring with the goshawks
underneath the garden
are there swans in swansea?
on a magic carpet
born before the cod wars
february the fifty fifth
farmers farting parsnips
bees in aberdeen
sod a soggy michaelmas
yet the lemon cheesecake
sings another songbook
love me like a mayfly
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dim dawdles ( seldwad mid )
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sofa comatose
then a stumble rose
mumble in the clear
balladeer of bones
middle night is bright
bolting poltergeist
owl a sound & scape
squawk within a walk
play within a plot
crystal chrysalis
‘fore the yawns of dawn
silver trails of snails
scattering of ash
tattered scraps of maps
pissing in this mist
cabbage anorak
squirms within a book
rain upon the brain
sun is underneath
gleams until the eaves
scumbled umbra hue
leas in lieu of green
warble walrus roar
witch within a ditch
lark in gargled dark
marbled stars of sight
sprite the yellow moon
blooming over hills
purple purring breeze
shapes of phantom badgers
bend is swirling in
spin me back to sleep
…
( author notes )
the moon was yellow last night
& she looked lovely
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resarf poetry 