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may salad

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may salad ( dalas yam )

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wisteria whiplash

polecats & ribbons

      goblins on the pier

      currant bun sunshine

laminated lambs

nosebleed photograph

      lockjaw vortices

      cobweb telephone

mister whippy licks

first class stampedes

      treefrog interlude

      two green finches sing

hay field hologram

mange tout, brute-ay?

      juju cleamtis

      catnip knickers

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dox ’em all

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dox ’em all ( lla me’ xod )

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marmaduke mcmarzipan
six crisp crescent
leamington foot spa

pantheus wilson
eighty eight smegma lane
summer settee

susan supernovaton
two bubblewrap avenue
sheep shear shire

gavin magnetron-jones
no fixed adobe
– possibly a ghost

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why the nuck fot?

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why the nuck fot? ( ?tof kcun eht yhw )

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singing sea shanties
in the east midlands

building snowmen
in the amazon jungle

looking for smiths
in a chinese phone book

playing games of twister
with a goblin – on the moon

living in an igloo
on a solar spot

spoonerising on – yeah
– why the nuck fot?

writing the tripe
of another offal pun

shaving the hair
off a dolphin’s head

russian roulette
with your shadow at noon

all make more sense
than bugger all instead

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piss another prelude

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piss another prelude ( edulerp rehtona ssip )

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dry before the soak
yonder on – the branches dance
soldiers dip the yolk
carpenters in barking pants

ants retreat below
under boughs – the heifers stall
when the egg is sleep
sky above a wrecking ball

stick around ‘n’ see
where the air’s a shade of glue
nettles spoon the soup
teasels tease a tickled hue

calm before the stork
posts a spring delivery
on a nature walk
free from normal’zzz pillory

greener than a dream
breezes stir the marmalade
climb a mountain ash
call a trowel – a garden spade

sing a salad daze
chase the shapes of shifting shrouds
hit the shitter’s fan
scatter under wazzing clouds

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dreams of the past

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dreams of the past ( tsap eht fo smaerd )

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the twentieth century
is eating pot noodles

in a shell suit
while the miners strike

the nineteenth century
is reading frankenstein

dressed like jack the ripper
on the flying scotsman

the eighteenth century
is humming bars of mozart

in a river mill town
in a mantua gown

all the former centuries
old but never dead

dozing in a nursing home
between teatime & bed

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f l o w i n g

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f l o w i n g ( g n i w o l f )

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f eathers on a breeze

      fists in the yeah

      first class stampedes

l eaves on the river

      lemons that blow

      lyrics from the otherland

o nce the cock is up

      onions shed their skins

      order is reborn

w aving like an x-ray

      waddle like a duckling

      when the tongue’s untied

i n between ebbs

      itchy rectal passages

      icing me cakehole

n evermore’s a nob’ead

      notes the spillage idiom

      now is a cloudburst

g lowing inside your

      golden noggin’s

      gobshite hinterland

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four thirty three

minutes – the lyrics

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lines on describing

the scent of a dahlia

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a rondeau in the style

of marcrel marceau

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the sound of a skeleton

sleeping underground

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reasons to vote

for any of the scrotes

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on the back

of a second class stamp

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