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spin the middle of the moth ( htom eht fo elddim eht nips )
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rain is on the brain again in the gland of sinking sand scumbles under onion skin cotton socks & contraband roving with october's ghost gargles in the arse of june piddle peas in mizzle march gleaming is a sugar spoon stirring sups in cups of tea ponce upon a kitchen sieve calendars & colanders bumble on & bee the div babble in the bubble's black spin the middle of the moth til the bastard sings a swan flutters on & buggers off ...
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glowing nuts ( stun gniwolg )
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pistachios aglow
heat haze acorns
almonds gleaming
dry roasted sunshine
walnut embers
crunchy nut nebulae
cob nut crackle on
luminous cashews
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pick a pickled ( delkcip a kcip )
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pick a pickled cabbage rhyme acid brain & alkaline dance a heap of steaming sheet panting ants & pantomime play the petered piper's bags stitch the witch of tattered rags hop the lair of yonder hare may the pole & fly with flags smoke the mope of dopamine spilling hills as oceans gleam figaro the river so flap a bat & cat the cream spot the dog & stone a prune float with ghosts & lick the moon pick a pickled cabbage rhyme spiral in the afternoon ...
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june is a balloon ( noollab a si enuj )
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once upon a calendar as the moth of may scarpers on sabbatical larks & fades away annually, a sort of door creaks as finches fledge hymns emerge from bursting beaks singing in the hedge canticles & clattertrap with the woodland elves gnomes are mowing astroturf poems write themselves photographs are tapestries rabbits catch the clap underneath a cloak of oak shepherds wank & nap roses glow beside the lane snakes awake & doze flutterings of butterfly pollen up y' nose gleaming is a silver stream as the rivers run breezes frisk the greening trees underneath the sun allium & lavender blooming like the moon summer is a gravy train june is a balloon roving as a floating ghost in the spindle sky soaring with the twinkle balls up until july ...
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then zen ( nez neht )
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cherry blossom in the garden gnomes explode ...
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this country lane ( enal yrtnuoc siht )
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quivers in a blue cagoule
hum a hymn & wander on
crows & poems peck the head
squawking with this ball & chain
flutters in the moth of june
puddles pool - a splosh of feet
fingers slip as noses drip
buttercups are on the brain
fields of wheat are shifting seas
waving as the thunder drums
mumbles in a shroud of cloud
jumble down this country lane
til the sun erupts & smiles
glow with ghosts & rove for miles
float if roses war with thorns
bee the breeze & sup the rain
( cheers )
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a busman’s hologram ( margoloh s’namsub a )
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underneath the onion skin larks in the garden cobwebs, snarks bark iridescent belgians in the otter's pocket watch mountains & fountains yahweh yodels saxophones & sandwiches up the leopard's lemon tree phantasmic mermen martians, martens aubergines & overtures all aboard the h.m.s charles bonnet syndrome intergalactic gastroenteritis ...
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h i y a ( a y i h )
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hello, helicopters
hegemonic hedges
hug-a-mugger hittites
horus's horseshoe
intermittent incas
isotropic irish
infant iguanas
isolde's igloo
yellow yiddish yetis
yesterday's youtubers
yawning yorkshire yeoman
yoking yonder yew
ampersands & antlers
avacado arse'oles
april altogether
aurevoir - adiue
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four months from candlemas ( sameldnac morf shtnom ruof )
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four months from candlemas
music spews into the breeze
crops crow & roses glow
buttercups suckle the bees
hymns spin as plover rove
squirrels jig up in the trees
four months from candlemas
music spews into the breeze
four months from candlemas
butterflies flutter the sky
goosegrass & dragon snaps
dragonflies, tangles & i
snarks bark as gardens glow
rivers flow - glimmering by
four months from candlemas
butterflies flutter the sky
eight months til candlemas
all that is greening shall brown
death wakes & branches shake
people wheeze, sneeze & fall down
seas change - the kitchen sinks
kiss the mist, whistle & drown
eight months til candlemas
all that is greening shall brown
four months from candlemas
stroll in the doldrums of noon
growl til the owlets howl
under a hologram moon
strum with the lemon sun
sung on the second of june
four months from candlemas
hummin' this folkin' folk tune
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the stuff of deux ( xued fo ffuts eht )
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magpies
flying
smiling
dancing
flapping
fighting
thieving
fleeing
feathers
speckles
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resarf poetry 