noted

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noted ( some o’ that )




isthmus shuttlecocks

puddle ducks

christmas socks


citrus speckled logs

paper cuts

chippy chops


aspic pigeon coughs

addled stuff

aftershocks


drastic hoppy scotch

monkey nuts

rabbit hops


listless suckled ox

honey pots

money box


witness muddled lot

lucky shot

ocelot


mastic kitchen pots

tangled knots

fuck the what


bat shit chickenpox

scuttle off

that's shallot

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blue bewail song

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blue bewail song ( squint & it’s a bastard tapestry )




your hamster's toast, your ghost has flown

your weasel's popped, your lemon's sucked

your badger's burst, your adder's cursed

your band has split, your chicken's clucked


your orchard's dust, your monkey's nuts

your whistle's drowned, your bile is duct

your owl has howled, your vole is hole

your robin's hood, your friar's tucked


your horse is norse, your pasta's past

your art is arse, your car is trucked

your wings have flapped, your ring has shat

your peas are mush, your strings are plucked


your cousin's fine, your well is dry

your goose is moose, your quack has ducked

your heaven's bread, your slugs have fled

it's just your luck - ha ha - you're fucked

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scrawling sprawls

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sprawling scrawls ( some 21st century wobble-juice )



i'm scrawling sprawls in shit black ink

on helpful hands & exposed skin

i'm dawdles of a doodled ilk

& tattooed scraps of bastard whim


i'm scribbles of a symbol mind

from flapping wings of bastard gist

i'm nudges plus protection too

& makeshift bits of shopping lists


i'm tangents like a spider's web

& pilchard sods of inner-jokes

i'm faithful jots - forget me not

& other looming ghostly notes


i'm floating hopes & pressing too

a wistful wink, a gentle nudge

'fore dark clouds throb - the cloudburst falls

i'm smearing down to

just a smudge

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the writhing process

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the writhing process ( a poem for monday )




there's gravy trains & paper planes

& flows that go against the grain

there's hidden truths & massive lies

there's monkey minds & reptile brains


there's sparks of hark & drizzle plods

& gifts from gods - despite the odds

there's mumbled dreams & inner seams

perchance to cream - you jammy sod


there's heaps of sheet & this 'n' that

& sundries too plus bric-à-brac

there's inky squints & smudgy ghosts

there's detour roads & sticky facts


there's peaky troughs & muddled bursts

& gifts within each jumbled curse

there's wriggled squirms & squidgy ink

until swans sing - there's bastard verse

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bee a buzz

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bee a buzz  ( another poem for sunday etc. )




bee a buzz & beat a drum

waft a wasp & whale a song

like a pike get on your bike

mime in hum & on we swan


scale the snake then lime the scum

snail a trail & fox the den

mouse your holes & post your goals

moon the sun then cluck the hen


mam in tor then glib the glum

clean in sweeps to wake to the boar

gap that mind then round the wind

stone all plums & snort the spores


clap a hand & thunder thumbs

spew in shrew - you feel a tit

hide those crows right up your nose

spin in spun - crack on with it

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