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a boarded up shop
on a dead high street
of a breezless afternoon
sometimes the moon
can be seen in daylight
still up from last night
but not this x
on a sheet of graph paper
doldrum roll, please
where did all the traffic flow?
we stand statesque
under dozy duvets
of motionless blue
unstung by wasps
or mutant g.m hornets
no lightning struck
while the iron was lukewarm
or song was sung of
life as it unhappens
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your tosspot narcosis
is not my odd osmosis
the sad sack lark supposes
as the human farm dozes
after night’s time closes
as the cockerel crows’s
then the rest is sneezing roses
head, shoulders, knees ‘n’ toes’s
the spare hip in hypnosis
the rabid badger’s nadgers
this flux – it juxpatoses
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illegible, the message read
‘yer dinner’s in the potting shed’
impossible, the painter cried
to catch the scale of heaven’s wide
impeccable, the chicken clucked
a west wind blew, yer sister sucked
illusory, the curate claimed
& all the bots online were blamed
a hedgerow poet scribbled once
the abrahamic god’s a nonce
& other gods live in this green
the middle east is not my scene
industrious, the playwright minced
the breakfast plates are washed & rinsed
intentional, the milkman knew
a flying pig would scale the blue
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the washing up
won’t do itself
a photograph
of long before
the second left
& carry on
do you recall
her maiden name?
& whisk until
the mixture burps
a robin on
a broken fence
it could be three
or forty six
a toothpaste stain
confused again
we needed salt
& lemon curd
so focus on
a waxing moon
the cobwebs on
the window sill
then let’s begin
before the end
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the woodland to the south
is closer than that hoodie
to your skin
the criss-cross paths
before another climb
– how far to the folly?
too far for your
ticker tape time
with only a catnap
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b rown cow herd immunity
o range skin graft
l emon chicken egg timer
l eopard spot the dog
o ver time ago on
x anthum gum tree house
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n ine & a quarter or
u nder four hundred
m aybe fifty eight
b asically a twelve – yet
e leven & a third of five – so
r oughly sixty three – over
s eventeen decimals
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d illydally on the way
or play with safety matches
atop a bale o’ hay
o pen the unlucky box
with mustard gas, electric shocks
or play leapfrog – with a triceratops
n otice the declining lines
as observation is the gimp
of faded since from former times
t ickle a great white shark
or mince through
any urban park – after dark
s norkel in the hepatitis c
or climb the wall covered
in h.i.v
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champagne socialists
shop in karl marx & spencers
for their underwear
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who’s afraid
of the purple hair brigade?
nose pierced like
bullocks at the market?
who’s afraid
of the purple hair brigade
branded with tattoos
a rainbow coloured heart
who’s afraid
of the purple hair brigade?
snorting with intent
like a badger in the fog
who’s afraid
of the purple hair brigade?
beastly be thy fate
fodder of ‘be kind’
we must laugh back
at the madness of collective
‘ism & ides
of ‘eology & march
& rock their paddleboat
they come for your jokes
offence is only ever
taken with both hands – oh …
who’s afraid
of the purple hair brigade?
stand or leapfrog
over their overtures
who’s afraid
of the purple hair brigade?
sod their bollox
& current thing death cults
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