Author: resarfpoetry

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scribbled in the midlands
by a scroat in odd socks

lit by tealight
up before the farmers

read by smoky fishwives
praetorian gardeners

rabid traffic wardens
& seasick oceanographers

at least it’s not the sobbings
of your godmother’s sonnets

or the catatonic purrs
of your long lost uncle’s prose

may contain monkey
nuts & the other

best before last century
peaked in antiquity

i blame the belgians
the gypos & the methodists

sod this for a stare-off
with a freshly painted wall

( huff )

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reassembling then

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further than a murmur
certain like curtains
but not this what
which is where we why
wind her down slow now

winking back
at the moon in the garden
barking back
at the tree’s line work
drawing down the sun

runners in each bean
patient ‘fore the seeding
unfunding yesterdays
focus on the crocus
licking your tulips

singing in springs
waxwings & saddle soap
custard in cans
cobweb feet
cauliflower earlobes

deep green tomorrow
dangle like bats
bow like the low cloud
& clear this morning mist
– err evening’s reborn us

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jugband greens

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did the shoot really shoot
like a rascal blowing peas?

or is the shoot forced out
kicking like a drum

major marching on
as march is where the hare

boxes with their silhouette
maybe martians watch us all?

sound is bound in time
& from the thawing ground

goes another gasp
clasping at this foginess

wave with phantom hands
write us all a postcard

too soon like the moon
light reflects the sun’s smile

( ? )

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