Author: resarfpoetry

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do ducks quack?

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do ducks quack?  ( ?kcauq skcud od  )

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do ducks quack
or is that laughter?

 

larking mallards
sprites ‘n’ eiders

 

scrapes ‘n’ scoters
yes, they echo

 

so the sound goes
bouncing round so
like a ball
in rubber hallways
as the swans bob
& the moorhens
never cluck
yet peck in order
but the jigsaw
shrews are loosened
is it christmas?
where’s atlantis?
why do poodles
rhyme with noodles?
is it raining
frogs on saturn?
come on ducks
& share the joke
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i am not a bot

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i am not a bot  (  tob a ton ma i  )

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i am not a bot
eighty eight & apricots
triple seven six
six catnap
sixty pigeon ghost
( insert purple prozac )
seven fifty three
forty four turnips
parsnip marston moor
salad cream salamis
fifty tripled trots
three under shrine
fiver ampersand
godspeed, triple dot the dot
g.c.h.q – too
i am not a bot
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( author notes )

i often wonder if i am the only non-bot online
& everyone else is just code

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probably,
it is the fuckin’ internet after all

p.s

when i wrote salamis
i meant the naval battle
in 480 b.c
between the greeks & the persians
not the sausage
so pronounced differently
– cheers

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b r e a k i n g

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b r e a k i n g  (  g n i k a e r b  )

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scrawl of balls of gas
stones are thrown in bungalows
splatterings of glass

 

shatters in the head
bursts of squirms of cans of worms
blurs of blethered bread

 

catch the cabbage fly
scratch the misted yawning tor
yet the blend is nigh

 

so the fro is fog
twists of tongues & mumbled drums
hills within a bog

 

codes within the ode
scatter cushion factories
fluster & explode

 

morning in a spin
hymns ‘n’ dreams of magic beans
on the dawning in
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the kit

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the kit ( tik eht )

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paper planes, rusted keys
twisted tongues, dictionaries
solitude, hinterlands
inner-whirls, sinking sands
phantom hands, falling fruits
feathered friends, walking boots
bubble bath, drums ‘n’ brakes
bramble jam, jaffa cakes
cotton buds, undertows
overcoats, dominoes
cockleshells, ink in wells
lemon pith, silver bells
rubber ducks, onion tears
as the sun – disappears
scatter graphs, tangled knots
kitchen sinks, pissing pots
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flavour of the moth

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flavour of the moth ( htom eht fo ruovalf )

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a punch in the balls
of sun-shunning cousins
lepidoptera emperors
elephantine hawks
sweet silken metaphors
& eaters of socks
them that hang with rabid cats
flaps between the bats

 

rising up with phosphorous
in the gloaming’s ghost
flutters of a sputtering
as an owlet howls
wing a spread – like butterflies
in the sweats of night

 

taste the licks of light again
– my tongue
is a flame
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anthony n.p.c

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anthony n.p.c ( c.p.n ynohtna )

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time twisting space
untied shoelaces
pennies from comets
manna from the sky gods
black dog turds
dead red ants
cow brown mud
the myth of solid ground
found backdoor keys
silver snail trails
pavement cracks hungering
rose petal snow
as you plod along
in your normalzzzzzzz world
clumps of chewing gum
under your footsteps
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