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these woods have owls …

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these woods have owls … (  a  p o e m  )

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these woods have owls yet no wolf prowls

within their dark

& shifty bowels


these fields gleam green - shades of serene

no nausea calls

or jealousy


this river's wet - that's fine, don't fret

it's always been

a soppy get


these woods have owls - these hills stand proud

& yet no sweat

drips from their brows

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the many pitfalls ( of all )

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the many pitfalls ( of all )  (  a  p o e m  )

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all that glistens isn't gold

all that listens isn't told

all that shivers isn't cold

all that's striking isn't bold


all that's sweaty isn't hot

all that's tangled isn't knot

all that's polka isn't dot

all that's crikey isn't - what?


all that's podded isn't pea

all that's knobbly isn't knee

all that's leafy isn't tree

all that's stolen isn't free


all that's holy isn't saint

all that's distant isn't faint

all that's garden isn't quaint

all that's tartan isn't paint


all that's sinking isn't ship

all that's kiss me isn't quick

all that's carrot isn't stick

all that's parrot isn't sick


all that's throbbing isn't vein

all that's delayed isn't train

all that's pissing isn't rain

all that's missing isn't brain


all that's certain isn't fact

all that's tit for isn't tat

all that wobbles isn't fat

all that bobbles isn't hat


all that's roman isn't nose

all that's jammy isn't toes

keep wary - never suppose

all varies - go with them flows

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the first

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the first  (  a  s h i t e  p o e m  )

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somewhere an ill wind blows their nose

my secret elbow hums a tune

whilst sheep they sleep & cows bulldoze

whilst badgers bask & harps harpoon


the fields feel fine, the river's low

the sky above's in pantaloons

as sure as how's garden does grow

whilst foxes trot & swallows swoon


a door is born - the keys transpose

again - once more as sure as prunes

plus bats means shat as we all know

meanwhile an elm tree gently croons

( ' it's june ' )

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the fly indoors

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the fly indoors  (  a  t r u e  s t o r y  )

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the fly indoors remains indoors

from room to room, from floor to floor

it bumbles on throughout this house

outside the world waits - unexplored


the window's smashed so you could go

to paris, hull or tokyo

i tell said fly - i need not lie

follow that breeze which sweetly blows


instead there's buzz & buzz again

as all is buzz-buzz in my brain

plus buzz & buzz & buzz & buzz

plus buzz, plus buzz - it's been decades


or so things seem, once more i groan

then cry - oh fly, please leave this home

or i'll make soup then thou may drown

oh fuck off fly - leave me

alone

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( my other poems )

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( my other poems )  (  a n  e x c u s e  n o t  a n  a p o l o g y  )

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( my other poems )

are scatter-brained birds

( my other poems )

have returned to the earth

( my other poems )

are flowers on the dead

( my other poems )

shat shit on your head


( watch y'self )

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