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charity limbo-land ( p o e m )
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we live in a charity limbo-land we're sandwiched, lost & jaded we're too grown up for childline here yet far too young for help the aged ...
Art
when eyebrows were caterpillars
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when eyebrows were caterpillars ( does anyone else remember this ? )
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when eyebrows were caterpillars several moons ago they crawled so over our faces often down below ( gasp ) they munched leaves for their midnight feasts we groaned - awake deranged when eyebrows were caterpillars something had to change ...
out in me yard
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out in me yard ( s o m e t r u e s t u f f )
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in the growbag
potatoes grow
a treecreeper
creeps up a tree
there's drama on
the radio
out in me yard
just drinkin' tea
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41266
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kerfuffle
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kerfuffle ( a p o e m )
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kerfuffle a bustle some feathers are rustled kerfuffle a muddle commotion & huffles kerfuffle oh fuckle a storm in a puddle kerfuffle what fuffle? drop weapons then cuddle ...
your awry nose
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your awry nose ( ? )
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your awry nose sniff-whiffs a rose your nostrils suck the pollen goes to sinuses it's winding through your awry nose askew bless you ...
a year in the life of a dog
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a year in the life of a dog ( a p o e m )
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january february march april may june july august september october november & december ...
cat-shat rumours
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cat-shat rumours ( ? )
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no i've never been the queen of sheba the king of whiskas nor the prince of purina ...
jolt poem
Jolt
( j o l t p o e m )
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jolt to a start yes jolt out them vaults flare your nostrils & sweat like a colt feel these jumpleads energy - many volts the buzz, the hum ( & ) the whirr of the waltz jolt for your salt with chopped skipping hops jolt out of bed then nip down yon shops fuelled by sweet tea & too much fizzy pop overdo it then ( oh ) jolt to a stop ...
where to write
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where to write ( a t r u e s t o r y s o n o t r e a l l y a s t o r y t h e n )
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on the settee when there's shit on telly under some trees as the breeze tickles knees sat on the bog if you're not shatting logs scrawl in your bonce if you're walking the dog upon a peak when the day is grim-grey under duvets with your torch in p.jays on the bus home rock 'n' roll - fuckin' yes sat at a desk with its sheets & this mess ...
resarf poetry 