Author: resarfpoetry

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we await your form

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stranger than strange
mister vista’s jawline
it’s hairy over there

shrouded in cloud
the chinny chin chin
of some old god

or an otherling
maybe a monster?
depends who’s singing

we await your form
stroking hmmm anew
a moon for each sun

a soon in every though
blue dawn whispering
green death gleaming

whence in why ‘n’ there
wagtails wag
a brown hare legs it

let’s head west in vests
frogmen of the east
friends of phantom fog

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maydayish

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morris men bailing out
      parachutes & landing on
yesteryear’s merriments
      enter the fayre
as their sunk plane explodes
      with an orange plop
into the west’s horizon
      so the foxgloves are off
let the bells knell then
      let the barely legal
maidens weave
      ribbons ’round a randy tree
let the ale keep it real
      if the piss’eads insist
albion, the coffin dodger
      is seventeen again
so this green & pheasant gland
      de vere’s sceptred isle
mister blake’s jerusalem
      is wistful like wisteria
while clematis climbs
      like the ghostly smoke from
great auntie beltane’s
      bonfire – the bardish
burks compose their verse
      on greasy white chip paper
necking lukewarm cans of
      dandelion & burdock
let anew resume
      & a cuckoo calm us all

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the plagiarists defence

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scribbled sequentially
in a rusty cable car

halfway in between
the valley & the mountain

apart from verse six
which was borrowed from a dream

that your country cousin had
about your uncle’s chin

& verses one to five
which a gibbon improvised

on a dirty qwerty keyboard
from the centuries turn

then verse seven was flinched
verbatim from the back

of a pack of pork scratchings
in nineteen ninety two

then the rest just appeared
on the back doorstep

one frostless morrow
with love from trad-anon

so none at all hails
from my hinterland’s shores

but the english pigeons flinched
the phoenician alphabet

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