in reply

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in reply ( ylper ni )

probably yes
but otherwise, no

sticky toffee pudding
with vanilla custard ice cream

twice – both times
in a travelodge car park

almost certainly
but pencil in a maybe

underneath the beams
of a blue new moon

the mandible jaw
of a saber tooth tiger

the eighty eighth of may
’til the forty fourth of august

only if you blow both elbows

light a candle

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light a candle ( eldnac a thgil )

when the world’s a swirling whirl

dive the deep & seek a pearl

( squirming worms beneath the skin )

yesterday’s today again

singing of a baked refrain

( leaping beans within a tin )

close y’ eyes & count t’ three

mrs. plasma’s shining – see

( then the vicar’s knickers spin )

as the phantom even’ dawns

& a farting farmer yawns

( stroke y’ toes & twiddle chin )

breezes whisper under breath

let the doctors dance with death

( light a candle – let’s begin )

it’s the riddle of the night

spark the dark & watch a sprite

( weaving on the out of in )

thrown alone

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thrown alone ( enola nworht )

x marks the spotlight

up in the rafters

      flapping with phantoms

      & pipistrelle bats

barking at moonbeams

soon is a peewit

      possibly lapwing

      – when will it rain?

pounding a rhythm

sound in this schism

      scrawling from normalzzzz

      them of the gone

pardon my languish

franglais & spanglish

     scratching the drift

      of a plank – with a twig

splitting like atoms

peas or bananas

      shifting like poles

      – not the cats or dancers

whistle as she’s tilting

sploshing like a birdbath

      speak a twisted tongue

     ’til the seed is dung

only 7p poem

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only 7p poem ( meop p7 ylno )

paper plane tickets, please

pickled peppermint tea bags

pissing pluto in retrograde

post-school pupils dilate

pews of pupae in lieu

peanut butter sandwiches

pandimesional panpipes

the horned odd

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the horned odd ( ddo dernoh eht )

strawberry jam
setting like cement
settle down clouds
september whispers

whisk like an egg
silver stream ripples
purring with purple
heather in patches

eyes on the gold
old english oak leaves
rowley’s treehouse
see how they rhumba

over the clover
waltzing with walnuts
bungalows buzzing
bees in the kitchen

ring then saturn
bells in green chapels
knell like gwyn
chaffinches chase

tales of a comet
if the walrus falls
build back butter
beans, cups ‘n’ balls