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four thirty three
minutes – the lyrics
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lines on describing
the scent of a dahlia
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a rondeau in the style
of marcrel marceau
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the sound of a skeleton
sleeping underground
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reasons to vote
for any of the scrotes
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on the back
of a second class stamp
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monkeypox update ( etadpu xopyeknom )
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the m42
from junction five to fourteen
is riddled with the monkeypox
( follow diverted traffic signs )
most beekeepers
& amateur oceanographers
are under quarantine
( probably forever )
every other greggs
on this frightened little isle
every b&m
( but not b&q )
anyone called gordon
– wilhelm or susan
will be shot on sight
( then incinerated )
the bakerloo line
is still infected
blackpool tower
( plus the marble arch mound )
all stratocumulus
& nimbostratus clouds
stay afraid indoors
( in case they rain upon us )
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( & begin ) ( nigeb & )
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quills from the feathers
of a jubjub bird
ink from the sacs
of a massive fucking kraken
a seat & a desk
plus a cuppa tea is good
sheet from the trees
in the shoulda coulda wood
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monkey country ( yrtnuoc yeknom )
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jungles of oak
mountain ash or rowan
orchards where we grow
the money that we squirrel
nuts & bananas
both are common currency
barter with aplomb
swinging hairy arms
where the green is green
& the queen’s a lemur
north west of frogland
east of hobbit island
we, the simian folk
in this monkey country
sing until the sun shines
under earl grey skies
stirring rhesus blood
gibbons in glamorgan
tamarins in manchester
marmosets in derby
blue baboons at troon
with their balls in the dunes
shakespeare came
from our collective chatter
in between tea breaks
typed in a castle
a bolthole cottage
or a new build mews
breeding when we’re not
spanking ourselves
spreading like the pox
on the nine o’ clock snooze
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the greening swards ( sdraws gnineerg eht )
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strolling on a golden egg
when the hen of then rewards
climb the bladder’s ladder rung
life is snakes ‘n’ chequerboards
piss a pot of that’s shallot
skin the pickled goblin hordes
onion rings ‘n’ flutter wings
penning pencils fencing swords
posting pillared letterheads
dodging normal’zzz mortarboards
out about – the papered trails
dipping dales ‘n’ crossing fords
wander swan, the bend is thy
catch a buzz ‘n’ fly towards
lend an ear ‘n’ disappear
major keys ‘n’ minor chords
musical, the mutant moon
clarinets ‘n’ clavichords
potpourri a gloaming sea
going like the clapperboards
’til the kitchen syncs in time
jumping jacks ‘n’ leaping lords
spawn another yawning rhyme
morning on the greening swards
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sesame siesta ( atseis emases )
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is the hum above
but a fly or butterflies?
– open dozing eyes
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drawing down the moon ( noom eht nwod gniward )
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pencil in a face
winking when the night is bright
cratered & cheesy
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safely does it ( ti seod tlefas )
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i’m signing in
not keith or frank
my normalzzz name
so i can wank
– safely
i’m registered
but not a nonce
we all are now
conform at once
– safely
the internet
is hurty words
i’d sooner cry
or feed the birds
– safely
& thought is all
conspiracy
so genocide
erase the free
– safely
a dangerous phrase
is you decide
so dox the lot
with psuedocide
– safely
pick the blandest
lowest of fruits
dystopia
is stamping boots
– safely
we cannot write
or sing a song
or shite a light
upon this wrong
– safely
electric eyes
are perving all
& alphabets
are souping y’all
– safely
i’m all alone
in outer space
a terry square
upon my face
– safely
i’m banging pots
for monkey pox
so i can eat
me cocoa pops
– safely
the green is grey
the bots is bits
the shoe is glue
the fucker fits
– safely
we’re killing all
& onward’s hell
we’re skipping forth
but wishing well
– safely
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final words on athlete’s foot ( toof s’etelhta no sdrtow lanif )
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i thought you were
an urban myth
like potholing
or lichtenstein
until your spores settled
in between my toes
my polished oak toes
beneath my wooden legs
the doctor said
‘impossible’
the bishop tried
to exorcise
& yet you grew
& reddened then
a crimson shade
of blistered skin
scaling in places
like a lovely old toad
she of whiffy socks
feeding on the phantom jam
itches in the night
whispered then – i love you
oh, how i believed
until i learnt of others
with the same infection
– you’d been sleeping around
so i chainsawed
the limbs below me bellend
apart in foot & heart
you linger where the head is
you fungal fucking whore
mrs. tinea pedis
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resarf poetry 