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bags

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bags ( sgab )

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loaded leather satchels

yawning hordes of homework

pencils, pens ‘n’ paper

hate mail from a penfriend

camera in y’rucksack

jollop in y’nutsack

none for the master

& all for the dame

mushy peas ‘n’ custard

plastic handles snapping

sore stigmata palms

supermarket wankers

beans & swinging wristlets

suitors in a suitcase

parcels from the postman

momentary briefcases

bloody muddy wellies

zephyrous & amun

ladies of the night nurse

books, books, books

poop scooped dog shite

spillage from a long life

rubbish for the bin gods

sacks of gold & coalite

under tired eyes

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titbits & pieces

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titbits & pieces ( seceip & stibtit )

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shooting star fishwives

kingfisher swishes

vicars whipping spinsters

gingerbread bin crumbs

do you do voodoo?

a pixie in the garden

skipping over leaves like

cracks on the pavement

seventeen, benzine

butterflies in autumn

once upon a cobweb

when the sun was younger

& the moon was frisky

dancing with the jigsaws

spinning between daydreams

’til the first of snowdrop

fifty six milkmen

pickles on a cheese breeze

bonfire whiffs

embers in november

mayflies in april

butter fingers spreading

catching a feather

– grow your own toenails

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the scourge of thirteen strikes again

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the scourge of thirteen strikes again ( niaga sekirts neetriht fo egruocs eht )

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these walls are tracing paper

feet away from telephone drones

the terraces are restless

a ghostly echo chamber

the bane again is raining

& pissing in my riddle pot

as prosody is lost

a thorn within my sideways

& dawn is crawling closer

so slam another cupboard door

& scrawl upon a messy desk

when pencils become swords

the dismal dung of minions

with sisyphaen tongues

pondlife since the old man died

sleepless nights & weasel shite

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in the greenwich meantime

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in the greenwich meantime ( emitnaem hciwneerg eht ni )

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comatose toes

blossom on sabbatical

absent like scarecrows

or goosegrass rashes

bees buzz zees

as the trees bare all

like the shite biography

of a zed-list tosser

summer’s buggered off

wandered like the hands

of a driving instructor

or a bishop on remand

suns become moons

come the slide of afternoon

joggers with headlamps

blinding my staggers

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turnips for the books

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turnips for the books ( skoob eht rof spinrut )

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pickled cabbage day

splatter saturday

sun is pissing grey

apple afternoons

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bob beneath the shroud

cauliflower cloud

squiggles ink aloud

mizzle shrivels prunes

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swans upon the once

hymns within the bonce

dance as sonnets ponce

ants in pantaloons

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fragments of a gist

not a shopping list

carrots in the mist

brambles & bassoons

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tangles in the sludge

spud a sunken trudge

nutter fingers fudge

sinking sanded dunes

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wurzels, worms ‘n’ hooks

comas, crows ‘n’ rooks

turnips for the books

suitors, soup ‘n’ spoons

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all the swirled’s a stage

gurn another page

rage against the beige

scree the scrawl of loons

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smeg the smog of dearth

kicking clods of turf

dream of peas on earth

egging mutant moons

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yet more racist things they should cancel forever

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yet more racist things they should cancel forever ( reverof lecnac dluohs yeht sgniht tsicar erom tey )

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drystone walling

sunday teatime

non-gender-neutral bagpipes

matchboxes, magpies

barnard’s star

cardigans, ptarmigans

starfish, carnations

clay pigeon shooting

mister kipling’s cherry bakewells

tuesday afternoons

the severn bore, semaphore

lychees, lichtenstein

non-non-binary binary code

toblerones, moonbeams

mid-morning pancake day

& most pot noodles

( brrr )

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n o v e m b e r

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n o v e m b e r ( r e b m e v o n )

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now that wraiths have faded

      fluttered by like butterflies

owls beyond the crows

      bogs become the leas

voles in every pigeonhole

      scribbles scratching naps

easter is a snoring dormouse

      piss another pantomime

michaelmas is mizzle-mist

      goats & stoats in duffel coats

babylondon burns again

      badgers dance a reelsome eight

embers of a distant hymn

      sing within this hinterland

rubble underfoot

      feathers in my pockets

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