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vino
grapes
this season’s toga
& must-have sandals
roses for cleo
viagra
stuffed dormice
nasal trimmers
sand & cement
( for rendering )
all of gaul
salad things
stab vest
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Author: resarfpoetry
death’s curative curtains
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now he’s in heaven
professor steven hawking
mud wrestles angels
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( author notes )
i’ve been thinking a lot about
professor stephen hawking
again recently
not so much for his science
i.e writing some unreadable bollocks
about time & blackholes
or inventing the daleks
on his home planet of skaro
no, not that professor stephen hawking
but the singer, professor stephen hawking
his unique range, tone & delivery
on tracks like the club banger
blue with eiffel 65
or around the world
his daft punk collaboration
or of course – we are the robots
his sick kraftwerk mash-up
now, that to me
is professor stephen hawking
his one-off style
a true maverick
such an underrated vocalist
probably the vox g.o.a.t
but he lives on in his music
( amen )
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an open letter to athlete’s foot
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dearest athlete’s foot,
the bitch to end all itches
you funky fungal swine
i’ve known you since super glue
was still super
as gorilla glue
still hadn’t been invented
yes, i met you when
magician’s assistants
could split themselves in two
& everyone drank
vanilla yazoo
since swimming at school
cold changing room floors
you’ve bullied me
& stalked me all my lifespan
like your sister blister
& uncle verruca
you’ve picked on both my pediments
the left & the other
& pecked like a crow
in between the toe
sore red sores
from your phantom spores
so i say – no more
a hurtin’ & a harmin’
i know you’ll never change
so i apply daktarin
( take that )
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the inevitable summer poem
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summer, summer
sand in sandwiches
cuckoo spit
goose bumps & goosegrass
summer, summer
nettles stinging kneecaps
b.o & beeswax
factor two hundred
summer, summer
stampeding bullocks
fat spring lambs
& another maiden over
summer, summer
a thorny rose garden
jars of picalilli
as another midgey bites
summer, summer
johnny-cum-lately
rediscovers outdoors
( where were you in january? )
summer, summer
toms in the greenhouse
blueberry skies
& lobster red gingers
wonder, wonder
will the bishop notice
your varicose veins
& leg-tat’ of him?
summer, summer
golden bales of hay
after a cloudburst
another lovely day
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wednesday’s haiku
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woden’s tide is hi
it’s tuesday, episode two
backwards – yadsendew
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a catchy haiku
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shrapnel from heaven
eggs from nests in whitsun winds
clap from the vicar
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may don’t fuckabout
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the foxgloves are off
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lost in muse muesli
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purring like a cataract
as a splatter of a splatter of a fact
mattering like missing links
glugging like those kitchen sinks
smiling like the morning sun
choking like a smoking gun
gloaming like the even’ tide
falling fast – with her abide
floating like a sylphid friend
futures blooming past the bend
dancing like the pants of ants
blessing like a second chance
sneezing like a garden gnome
larking while the statues roam
shining like an eggheads crown
if the noon is booming down
bucking like a fucking mule
steaming like a bowl of gruel
rocky like gibraltar’s strait
wonky like the curate’s gait
likeable – just like a like
rideable like old school bikes
such is her analogy
like another – simile
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the face of may
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spinach green skin
asparagus eyebrows
a buttercup mullet
a red rose nose
( fit for sniffing posies )
a caterpillar moustache
wisteria ears
ice cream eyes
endearing deer horns
& a mouthful of salad
but a birdsong smile
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marmite porno
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spread your brown stuff down
oh, yeasty extract temptress
on hot buttered toast
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