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twenty twenty toodleooh

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twenty twenty toodleooh ( hooeldoot ytnewt ytnewt )

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see the evening starlings

where the air is up

      walk a muddy path

      laughing like a mallard

wonder like a bra

can flying fish swim?

      can they see space

      from the great wall of china?

is the queen a bloke

with a royal todger?

      maybe, if prince phillip

      was her birthing ladyboy

anyways, the moon

is crooning of a future

      but the moon’s unjabbed

      & hasn’t had a booster

soon she shall be cancelled

selene in a gulag

      when the karens moan so

      sing before the storm

parp another parsnip

from the annal’s passage

      pen another then

      scratch your hairy annus

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collectivism will tear us apart

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collectivism will tear us apart ( trapa su raet lliw msivitcelloc )

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swans upon a dreaming daze
songs beyond the river’s haze
of a morning’s nature walk
seeking beaming solar rays

music is a mutant key
stirs the steaming soup in me
ticks the cockles, warms a box
all’s an otter’s odyssey

so the pickled poems flow
where the haring air is fro
like a shrew within y’ shoe
moorland’s calling – climb ‘n’ grow

seek the purple heather – quick
sucking not the rainbow’s dick
bending not a knee or neck
worship not the needle’s prick

let the herded cattle moo
lost with not a pissing clue
swivel little villagers
swimming in the ‘rona’s pooh

wobble this ‘n’ sounding that
bouncing ‘neath a bobble hat
be an individual
normalzzz is a fucking twat

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bakewell tartaria

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bakewell tartaria ( airatrat llewekab )

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bakewell tartaria

a frangipan land

      with raspberry jam

      & flaky butter pastry

the almonds of yore

with rivers of custard

      a pudding erased

     ( as seen in daydreams )

the internet’s abuzz

– of course they still had teatime

      during all them mud floods

      in the daze of yon

so put the kettle on

& let the steam scream

      drool on a stool

      & type yourself normalzzz

prod the phantom veil again

flee the cave unchained

      smoke another bifter

      sing a wanker song

a flan for all seasons

for truthers with sweet tooths

      & pubes upon their palms

      who think this egg’s a dome

( nob’eads )

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( author notes )

this poem is dedicated to the late archbishop desmond tutu

who’s now in heaven with his father, desmond one one

so thoughts & prayers to his wife, mrs. tutu

& their lovely baby boy, desmond three three

– long live the desmonds

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secret code – secrete cod

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secret code – secrete cod ( doc eterces – edoc terces )

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bury fear in february
find the charm in march

& emit time
flowing in wolf gin

seek the lows in owls
spud war & upwards

clod us in clouds
reach for stars or tsars

spinning so in sinning sop
breathing in giant herb

ogle v in glove
see the vole in love

oscillate those lilac toes
santa & satan

live life like an anagram
or
a rag man

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s o l s t i c e

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s o l s t i c e ( e c i t s l o s )

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s outhern or northernmost

   sun on a seesaw

o nce the up is down

   or the down is up

l ower than an earthworm

  lofty like a goshawk

s pot the burning ball

   scramble up a hillock

t ry & lick its chin

   tickle both its elbows

i n a heavy coat

   in a light t-shirt

c amera in hand

   catch the sinking rise

e quinox in three months

   eggs in a circle

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the stuff of sunday afternoon

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the stuff of sunday afternoon ( noonretfa yadnus fo ffuts eht )

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sweep the backyard
humming kumbaya

with a wooden brush
or a broom shaped branch

in the potting shed
tinker with your death ray

suck a murray mint
eat a sweet satsuma

hide from curtain twitchers
twisted like their knickers

win another stare-off
with a gawpy garden gnome

pause for a coffee
a sneezy & a burp

read the paper’s headlines
chuckle at the doom porn

laughing as the normalzzz
bask in mask psychosis

them of s & m’s whip
true ghoul fodder

draw a snoring stickman
scribble in a notepad

plod beside the river
under scrumpled sheets of mizzle

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