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in between poems ( smeop neewteb ni )
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november yodelled
october’s prose
pencils & penfriends
this is not weather map
west winds wept
like a funerary onion
two jackdaws
& the backdoor jammed
marmalade stains
on a blank sheet of paper
parsnip soup
in the corners of your eyes
light bulbs pop
like a weasel in a songbook
chamomile tea
& a spoonful of shudder
clear between the ears
so the mist tiptoed
like a long lost cousin
from a sister universe
…
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i spider ( redips i )
…
scrambled, tangled webs
scree beneath the letterheads
– handwritten inklings
…
~
g-seventeen-v ( v-neetneves-g )
…
7-p-m-n
turnips
ten-q2
cagoules
g-seventeen-v
spanners
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d-three, three, three
– epiphany
( ? )
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( author notes )
& all the other months
that aren’t november
are probably just november
in disguise
…
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thoughts on hedgehogs ( sgohegdeh no sthguoth )
…
they wage no scraps or wars
like mutant human-pigs
or weasel-woodland boars
with sworded tusks that kill
they eat no chips or swill
or hog the crusts ‘n’ grubs
they feed on sleepless slugs
on nibbles, bits ‘n’ bugs
they snore all yawning morn
& cattled afternoon
to shine a light & rise
just like the blooming moon
then wander on upon
the leas & garden lawns
or cross a misted road
if testing mister death
they cannot roar a bark
or howl at passing owls
or change the shifting shapes
of spinning space & time
they cannot fucking fly
within the air nor sky
their spikes are quills – ’tis true
but they do
live in hedges
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bags ( sgab )
…
loaded leather satchels
yawning hordes of homework
pencils, pens ‘n’ paper
hate mail from a penfriend
camera in y’rucksack
jollop in y’nutsack
none for the master
& all for the dame
mushy peas ‘n’ custard
plastic handles snapping
sore stigmata palms
supermarket wankers
beans & swinging wristlets
suitors in a suitcase
parcels from the postman
momentary briefcases
bloody muddy wellies
zephyrous & amun
ladies of the night nurse
books, books, books
poop scooped dog shite
spillage from a long life
rubbish for the bin gods
sacks of gold & coalite
under tired eyes
…
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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 ( 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 ( 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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k9000 ( 0009k )
…
k9000
n6jd9
b1000
5h83
…
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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
~
all the swirled’s a stage
gurn another page
rage against the beige
scree the scrawl of loons
~
smeg the smog of dearth
kicking clods of turf
dream of peas on earth
egging mutant moons
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