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a velcro poemz ( some fuckin’ poetrys or others )
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so come to me like velcro roughly mid-arms elbows bring me pollen data i'll detach it later with fuzzy felts & old hips post it notes that won't stick missing pets & cold sores holy grails & coleslaw the complete works of dick'ead the lost gnomes of lost sheds pantomime horse bridles magnetic spin cycles strange birthday cards from strangers antichrists in mangers come to me like velcro roughly mid-arms elbows ...
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on a candlemas morn
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i saw the first snowdrops on a candlemas morn beside a hedge of hardy hawthorn the first of the season so a nymph blows a horn inside my head on a candlemas morn the flowers not sky flakes spring teeters - things reborn sticking out there like a unicorn winter still holds the reins be aware - you've been warned but snowdrops now on a candlemas morn ...
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that thursday sheet
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thursday thor's day entrance causeway doorway ashtrays tutus ballet may days grey days piss-sprayed bouquets field day leeway obscured mainstay cafés headway judas betray cats stray buffets tuffets curds - whey essays verse day bastard word play horseplay child's play next stop friday ...
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anarchy plumber
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fuck the cistern ...
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homeless snails ( some … ( ? ) … in poem )
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homeless snails wish them well once upon shite rhymes they had shells bad went luck bills piled up house repossessions now they're slugs ...
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a ghost ( a yeah – all this mist doesn’t affect me eithers poemz … )
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the ghost of where? the ghost of who? the ghost of maybe dunno - you? the ghost of why? the ghost of how? which chill does stir? we tingle now the ghost of toast? all ghosts are toast when busses hit us we'll be those we can't give up the dot-dot-dot the ghost of hmmm? the ghost of what? ...
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town mission ( some o’that ‘n’ some o’this )
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yes on a town mission yeah quite often you will find me public transport nutter style for poundland - the library with mumbles in my jumbles like the chuckles of my shoe i'll nip in the museums then peruse the markets too ( disguised as myself ) ...
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the worm on the street ( some worm-verse )
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yes it shirks mother earth there it squirms neath my feet no fields here or gardens - what's the worm on the street - ( ? ) ...
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signet rings ( some modern shit )
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the swans are wearing
signet rings
cabers are tossed like
highland flings
yon ponderers are
pondering
just how long is a
piece of thing?
the worried wonder
what clouds bring
those parks are getting
in the swing
as limpets cling to
apron strings
as launderettes some
change they wring
the ditherers are
dithering
which willow tree is
whispering ( ? )
jellied plate shakes are
wibbling
poetic dicks are
blithering
hornets ready their
latest sting
the king's fucked-off fuck
off the king
a rowdy church mouse
shouts it's spring
a glistening a
christening
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barn siren ( some the of poemz ? )
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auntie april fool is on sabbatical spells not spelling fuck twerps grammatical come now to my barn there lies symmetry all's mathematical as autocrat's canines bark dogmatical there we'll spin gold yarns strawer non-metaphored it's hay pragmatical calm it dozes here un- problematical nectared wisps of calm nature holds them reigns here unmechanical oh - plus it flies because this shite's magical come now to my barn ( go on then ) ...
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