Art

inner-nutshell ( & out the other )

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inner-nutshell ( & out the other ) ( ( rehto eht tuo & ) llehstun-renni )

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swans upon an interim

summer hums a winter hymn

wither weaves a tapestry

sputters dust ‘n’  flams the flim

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in the realm of mizzle men

misery’s a piffle pen

rasps a gasping raspberry

whelms the whim of fizzle then

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when the wren is but a crow

rivers run a backwards flow

flutter by the banks & see

sunken suns, an afterglow

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broken odes & mirror lands

finger food for phantom hands

screwing loosened shrews in me

kitchen sinks in sinking sands

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in between the peaking trough

whispers in the breezes scoff

dangle from a branching tree

spins the snug of bugger off

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flopping forth in flaccid rain

death is pecking on the brain

storming like a cup of tea

’til the scribbles strike again

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sight for jigsaw eyes

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sight for jigsaw eyes ( seye wasgij rof thgis )

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three treecreepers

up a silver birch

      six missed calls

      on a walk in the mist

forms on the water

but nothing underneath

      by the blanks of the river

      on a paper plane day

lights in the sky

like a lantern in flight

      is this a crack

      as a schism of a vision?

farthings on footpaths

gravel in shoes

      screamers in the supermarket

      munch on his lunch break

muzzled masses gasping

cattle on the loose

      a goosegrass rash

      in the shape of a goose

deer in the village

nearer than before

      roe does roaming

      on reconnaissance missions

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who are your favourite poets?

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who are your favourite poets? ( ?steop etiruovaf ruoy era ohw )

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mercury in retrograde

songbook worm squirm’s

great uncle phosphorous

sulis-minerva

chocolate & cheeses

petals on breezes

gemini mind trick’s

wet paint signs

hymns from a mirror land

trad-anon folk shit

all dawn choruses

goblins & walruses

normies, for the comedy

river mist mizzle

the gist of a list

& those pillocks on the internet

( hello )

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plunder & spillage

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plunder & spillage ( egallips & rednulp )

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boris is a johnson

but today is buttercups

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ingrown toenails

& filthy flemish folk songs

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candles waxing lyrical

wing until a miracle

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let there be libraries

& bees beneath bonnets

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i am not a carlist

or a cartouche character

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do you do voodoo

every other tuesday?

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where the air is savoury

sweeter than a pea

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streaming silver trails

– oh, those supersonic snails

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if it’s red ahead

then the students need re-schooling

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let them eat cacus

& other roman ogres

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let the seekers seek

sunshine & shower gel

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lost backdoor keys

& man-eating owls

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sploshing on

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sploshing on ( no gnihsolps )

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hopping like a frog
hoping there’s a sun above
in the midland’s bog

swimming on the land
where the ocean’s greeting me
england’s sinking sand

dripping droplet drips
from a howling shroud of clouds
pissing on y’chips

splashing puddled pools
blurs the mer of men in macs
ghouls in blue cagoules

dawn ’til after after dark
under pickled onion skies
better build an ark

sploshing on again
water, water, water falls
plodding sodding rain
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have you noticed too?

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have you noticed too? ( ?oot deciton uoy evah )

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song is cycles, spinning wheels
weeping while the onion peels

we, the piffled ink a path
clear the blear of scatter’s graph

see the warts & balls of all
scribble ’til the curtain’s call

spring is winter in disguise
under pickled onion skies

snow is flakes of frozen rain
roundabouts is back again

bounce upon this broken road
flap a bat & shat y’load

turn a bridge & burn a screw
salad is a language too

civil servants speak this tongue
like the snooze & breed in dung

kids in masks is child abuse
alcohol is cabbage juice

sport is adults playing games
war is sport with added flames

guns ‘n’ bombs – the ratings soar
like a pig – so die some more

kiss the coffers of cabals
weasel as the woodland gnarls

bread & butter fills a hole
television sucks the soul

covid is a cattle prod
cash is king – but not a god

scrawl, the world’s a pantomime
miss the drift but catch a rhyme

all the whirl’s a swishing well
normalzzz is a prison cell

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