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tiptoes in
crackle static radio
volume up
birdsong on mute
not from russia
but magonia with love
kittens then cats
catch in a bucket
facing the grey
shades of old parrots
kisses down in africa
hard on a humdrum town
so’s track one
peter’s red lament
planes over spain
spiders climbing spouts
listen to the music
of the splosh symphonic
when the sky snarls
like a feral snark
then came the rain
quenching then drenching
dogs upon dogs
fools in cagoules
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t reacle tiberius, teatime tickles
w et paint wednesdays, wine gum whence
a niseed anus, atlantean ants
d iabetic dinosaurs, day-glo dagon
d ucks in dungarees, dipstick dippers
l uminous lunatics, latex lately so
e verything’s elephant, et cetera expects
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a dog-eared notepad
cannot hear your whistles
a buttercup will not
melt on your hot toast ( no )
a daisy chain cannot
entrap an escapologist
a skeleton key
won’t open your rib cage
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his quite shiny star
terra firma’s cosmic egg
her ball of hard cheese
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are some u.f.o’s
shoals of flying fish?
glistening in the sun
shimmers beneath the moon
fish scales are shiny
like an egghead’s head
so we might see twinkles
like a little star
sparkles up above
another fine puzzle?
maybe it’s just starlings
& the rest is done with mirrors
cheeky murmurations
hoodwinking us all?
or a thieving flock
of magpies with foil
catching the light?
we might spy a glimpse
of a mundane monday
plodding on – on earth
’til we see the brightness
mystery ahoy –
cripes, did you see that?
what the eff was that?
ess an effing brick
effing hell with bells on
flamin’ ruddy nora
jeepers flippin’ christ
call the r.a.f
& the local paper
all the lamestream slags
the invasion has begun
would be the response
back once more
fooled again by tricksters
from the animal kingdom
( ? )
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lives in a cage
that was made
of lowered energy
eats three m.c
squared meals
a day
spins in his wheel
at the speed
of denoted c
watch the rodent go
see him run
& away
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sing a song of cobwebs
odd is a sod
silly sausage sunrise
sixty seven starlings
tea lights dancing
while the pen is puzzled
like the p in ptarmigan
silent like an anus
in the depths of space
still the gas gasps
parping on mute
muddles of a morn’s
moonbeam aftermath
how now, missus cow?
too soon for beans
or potato waffles
intermissions winter
still quills spring
all is an autumn
summer dyed her ginger pubes
do you do agadoo
every other tuesday?
is there an echo?
cripes, i bloody hope so
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september then
a christening of cobwebs
a backendish scratch
a squirrel’s smorgasbord
hazelnuts & acorns
horde before the storms
strike like the trains
& autumn takes the reigns
with a glass refrain
seven green bottles
iridescent socks
treecreepers sneaking
wander on & see
what percy shaw saw
the purring dreams
of shrödinger’s catnap
october’s onions
pickle in a jar
the sun is still a star
further than before though
soon is never yet
ratatouille sunsets
redden like a rose hip
so we glow home
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haunting the orchard, don’t disappear
left heel blister, here with the living
newton’s eureka, rose hypnosis
citro stratus, cumulus canvas
strophic strokes, grey squirrel gathering
cobweb letterheads, pink lady crunch time
brushes ‘n’ rushes, breezes ‘n’ sneezes
russet rumble, jumble sale sky
time is traffic lights, geese skeins fly
vee-sign language, granny smith missive
thought-forms float, almost a duffel coat
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where those swallows
& scarecrows go
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resarf poetry 