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dear little bird

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dear little bird ( 4 quatrains for the year’s first actual tuesday )

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dear little bird pecking my brain

you feather not these flighty thoughts

you are no bird - this truth is sane

the rest is of less-sketchy sorts


them pencils & them pads are mad

my inky eyes are on the blink

now straining as that world of fact

this is how i normally think


so peck away & do your worse

like edgy free-verse about death

pretend that you're a birdy curse

pretend that you are worth the breath


of uttering some veiled response

as if i give a piece of piss

so maybe you were haiku once?

i care not ( beyond writing this )

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lines on milton keynes

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lines on milton keynes ( 4 couplets )

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i've never been to milton keynes

it never shows up in my dreams


i've heard the cows are concrete there

down the m1 - down south, somewhere


but maybe someday i shall go

to this future mutant ghetto


wander its streets, pop in its shops

hang out with them strontium dogs

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the month of jan

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( the month of jan by the right-reverend jan uary )

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the month of jan

when plans began

snow white rabbits

pinch punch - ow man


perhaps begun?

the head's still spun

the bare bones of

time's skeleton


begin afresh

the same old mess

biscuits - risk it

each step's a guess


still miss & hit

trapdoors 'n' tricks

but early days

( don't shit them bricks )

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new year confusion

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new year confusion ( 24 lines of that there poemz-shat )

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the year is dead

long live the year

the month of jan's

two-faced head rears


there's rain outside

on new year's day

december's piss

washes away


down dated drains

everything's old

everything's new

old tales untold


where be my head?

i am confused

oh mulberries

time's spiked my juice


it's early days

but is it though

- oh look, a ghost

strange shades they glow


unseen before

by mortal eyes

i give up on

the whats & whys

( ? )

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dick’ead has gone

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dick’ead has gone ( 12 lines of reality )

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dick'ead has gone - peace is restored

back to prison

a month or four


each irked road has a dick'ead there

at least one dick

they're everywhere


in some ideal world on some street

they'd be neighbours

life would be sweet


a border drawn like lines in sand

there they'd kick-off

in dick'ead land

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