Author: resarfpoetry

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bellend freestyle

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deeper than sleep
the rearranged pages
she cums in stages
the episodic sod
from the god of all odd
when steam rises
like a sylphid ghost
as alfred burns the toast
& catherine rides her horse
historically – of course
the roots lead to the source

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a mess in eleven

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your pillow smells of cornflakes
the phone book’s in the fridge
the radio is only
the crackles in between
as your border collie purrs
on her kennel, on the roof
oh, some say that the proof
is in the stodgy afters – but
your crumble tastes of sunday
& at least your attic’s warm
& the bog flushes itself

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string theory

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if this very ball of string
in your actual hands
factual t’ speak
not so to oblique
like some kind of ghost
was any longer than
it’s full, unravelled length
stretched in extremis
it would reach the town
before those pesky metaphors
& we’d run out of poem

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enter december –

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enter december –
unseasonably warm
between each polar vortex

enter december –
feasting on baked beans
& sausages for teatime

enter december –
may contain nuts
& hazardous packaging

enter december –
frosty cobwebs
on the footpath home

enter december –
crows caw in the dawn
your new ringtone

enter december –
smelling of z – list
celebrity fragrances

enter december –
having swam eleven lengths
& eaten their weetabix

enter december –
a photo of a solitary
swan on a calendar

enter december –
the undefeated sun
a greener in between

enter december –
& exit november
a ghostly bonfire

enter december –
sweaters & vests
& thermal underpants

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instead of a poem

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a cold rice pudding
fresh out the can
stodgy yet lost

& an icicle which since
melted in my hand
from last night’s frost

a sellotape roll
without a found end
so good luck with that then

an unwritten book
with white space within &
no isbn

the latest normie goss
about yours truly
none of which is true

five pence in change
two twos & a one
no receipt – now shoo

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