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why not write about … ? ( ? … tuoba etirw ton yhw )
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granny knotted baling twine
not a reef or hercules
why the green finch
is purple in your journals
buttons of the bronze age
once upon a swan
postcards from nowhere’s
hairy anus
partridges in beech trees
& the latest shrew news
humpty dumpty, humpbacks
the whales or the bridges
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effing all the way ( yaw eht lla gniffe )
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formaldehyde finch
flapjack flat-pack furniture
five fucking frisbees
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sticky ( ykcits )
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crickets in thickets
licking stamps with ants in pants
fingers, twigs – wickets
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why the solar system’s warming up ( pu gnimraw s’metsys ralos eht yhw )
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farting cows on venus
phosphorus the farmer
martian spiders driving
hench monster trucks
clouds of phantom gas
from the anus of uranus
barbecues on neptune
– how bloody dare they?
no one on jupiter
dyes their hair purple
green or rainbow
– the keiper belt’s a gammon
no one respects
mercury’s pronouns
every sunday saturn
burns a bonfire
pluto never banged his pots
or wore a face nappy
anything but
the sun we all orbit
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what the critics said ( dais scitirc eht tahw )
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“the unicorn bristles
gently caress the heels”
( rennie rectangle, shoe buff buff monthly )
“tied too tightly
to ever be undone”
( zues ammon junior, the gordian )
“the phoenix feathers
sang me to sleep”
( eve smegingley, things that rhyme with willow )
“i laughed so hard
my harvest failed”
( archibald arsewipe, the sunday hexpress )
“one, zero, one, one
zero, one, zero, zero”
( gordon borgton, the annual bot review )
“rusty in places
but absolutely arrow-proof”
( mussafah goodwinson, the daily chain mail )
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the morris dancers ( ! ) ( ( ! ) screcnad sirrom eht )
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they live upon the fringes
like black eyed bus conductors
half within this whirl
fifty percent elsewhereish
perchance a c.a.m.r.a inn
on a cousin frequency
emerging when the chimes
knell them into eyesight
prancing like a hart
bobbing as a robin
on a beltane morn
or at the vicar’s garden party
men with wood clash
rod on rod action
erato wets her knickers
lost in mutant music
skipping like a scratched e.p
watch those bellends go
bobs on boxing day
in the corners of our vision thing
where the faeries play
games of hide & seek again
fading in & otherling
with their wonky radios
waving handkerchiefs
wafting white wraiths
what the folk are you?
what the folk is glowing on?
i’ve yet to catch a live one
& keep it in my net
they wriggle like a stickleback
then vanish as a phantom
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hikes ‘n’ yikes ( sekiy ‘n’ sekih )
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the rising cost of tea
& cheapo custard creams
the soaring price of squiddy ink
& sheets of recycled tree
or “paper” ( if you must )
is bumming poetry
up the hairy backroad
where the brown bears growl
see the normans harrying
norf f.c
yoking like the romans
when they’re claudine forked
effed or rogered
this is not a jolly flag
hags in flighty nighties
bull eyed bellends
poke us with cattle prods
& invisible twigs
all the normalzzz shudder
barking utter bollards
so the bend is near
chafe the evening breezy
& pay fifty quid or else
for this scribbled “freebie”
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the metaverse is not a poem ( meop a ton si esrevatem eht )
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or a chirpy hymn
from the chitters in the trees
springing birds would sing
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runny honey ( yenoh ynnur )
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where the bears leg it
sweating apiarists peg it
chasing speeding bees
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( puddle on ) ( no elddup )
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cloudbursts in august
drowning out july’s dry drought
– about fucking time
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resarf poetry 