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not before time … ( musings of verse )
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( everything will come full-circle when )
all the drunken students
return those traffic cones
&
they rename the matterhorn
as ' mount toblerone '
( everything will come full-circle then )
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story a short ( by some fuckin’ twat online other than youz … x )
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once upon upon moons of loads ago upon a once of time or goes the story so upon a one of once so tale & the begins the songs as per we sing but again never since ( the end ) ...
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my trusty steed ( a true story )
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my trusty steed
has a thousand legs
& antennae
plus he's insect-sized
some say that my steed
is in fact a millipede
but he disagrees
so i believe
my trusty steed
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nonsense talk ( some truths as poem )
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i love it when they say oh-kay ooh look - a bird - is that the time? i really must be on my way enjoy your simple, little mind there's gubbins blowing in the wind such bollocks on the syllabus it's good to question everything you're full of shit like sisyphus it's good to fuck about - it is consider march - its boxing hares yes magic's real like boring pricks i'm on the ground & in the air reality's insanity so all or nothing's nonsense here my other selves also agree we're vetting too please disappear ...
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watching stars die ( reworking of an older post )
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lobtailling, wasailling cloisters, spume & elbow grease thorpe cloud, the turin shroud cauliflowers, thought police titus oates, capsized boats apple pips & envelopes wheelbarrows, helium hydrogen & artichokes siren flash, catnip rush eleanor of aspartame weather vanes, fastnet, tyne marmalade & acid rain trombones & paper clips save the carrot, swans with songs flaming ghosts, babylon a quick squint-blink ( & then it's gone ) ...
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not you sunshine ( a vaguely poetical fuck off )
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freezing air that touches my bones & tells me then i'm not alone april showers still there in june a constant as the confused moon thick autumn fog & raging gales grim howling winds blizzards & hale are mates on which i can depend not you sunshine fair-weather friend ...
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sherbert & tundra ( some stuff )
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oh sherbert & tundra those shelters & bunkers as flighty clouds shudder scared by their own thunder oh sprockets & lockets will hope go asunder? then pebble-dashed wonders oh sherbert & tundra ...
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one man band split ( a true tale )
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all bands bicker we did indeed but musically always agreed yet all too soon the songs went shite the one fan died time to take flight new horizons solo careers no comebacks here thanks for those years my one man band has seen its days i've split & gone - our separate ways - ( ? ) ...
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the month of feb ( some feb shat )
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the month of feb or so we're led each day's a maze follow that thread winter's not dead yet spring's ahead celeriac & roses red rising like bread as siblings wed six fingered hands things still inbred so on we tread with muddled heads soon new plans hatch the month of feb ...
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midas piss ( some contemporary pastoral bollocks )
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the morn is gold as midas piss then palpitate our minds are fish among the air on land - on feet the sky's still blue but bird song's sweet like irn bru so hit them fields or so to speak the earth too feels as thoughts they drip the many leaks monsters still lurk there in the deep but fuck that wank feel free to swear there's no way that ma nature cares she made this shit - oh look, a swift with stuff they've nicked for you - a gift then thereupon our footpath green a clover grows with leaves thirteen so lucky us truly we're blessed this scenery fills in the rest ...
resarf poetry 