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banana skin shit

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banana skin shit ( tihs niks ananab )

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smoked, like a pope

or a gangland kipper

with green tea leaves

in a mother of a bifta

under silver skin of rizla

with a great imagination

or a magic carrot wand

once the swan is like a magpie

in the ides of june – or somesuch

with odd socks on

don’t forget your anorak

nicknacks, bric-a-brac

syntax saddle shat

beeswax beats

with a goblin, in the forest

of forever’s feathered foghorn

forming shape interface

with a sylphid spirit level

as the gasman gasps

& the mighty milkman sleeps

but the pheasant fez is onions

up a tuesday afternoon

off the tits of wednesday teatime

– that’s a fuckin’ trip

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the things we touch

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the things we touch ( hcuot ew sgniht eht )

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sticky conker buds
in the doldrums of spring

keys in back pockets
chiming in time

pimples with a pinch
& nettles with a wince

rain upon skin
if the grey snakes in

clouds, if we climb
up a baked bean stalk

sound with a quake
as the bones vibrate

hands with a shake
coz the ‘rona’s overrated

toes with a creak
& chins with a stroke

butter fingered smoke
clutching ghost straws

hearts of lost souls
barge poles – with barge poles

sheet, if we ink
phantom tangents in fog

& cloth
when we leg it to the bog
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alcedo atthis

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alcedo atthis ( sihtta odecla )

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as the pastures moo

blue is bolting through

      blink & miss a gem

      of a feathered friend

by the river’s run

orange on a mission

      regent of the fish

     see the queen of swish

spot the monarch’s passing

long live the kings

      winged like a dragon

      flies or a wyvern

white whirred stripes

ceyx is speeding – lo

     alcycone goes

     faster than the clappers

quicker than a midge

sticklebacks or shrimps

      slicker than a squint

      or a finger on the button

of a camera – catch it – quick

been before binoculars

      lightning in flight

     gone like a phantom

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lesser known news

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lesser known news ( sen nwonk ressel )

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z-list wannabe

stung by a bumblebee

     ex-soap star

     reborn in panto

pigeon shats

on ploughman’s lunch

      dowser drowns

      in a sudden cloudburst

water is wet

claims renegade philosopher

      cat flap flies

      one in four traffic jams

as per eggheads

are traffic marmalade

      wheat intolerant

      scarecrow sues

farmer giles

& the n.f.u

     man tripped over

      his own shoelaces

slightly bruised

but otherwise fine

      – so there

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cats all folks

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cats all folks ( sklof lla stac )

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catalogues hunt mice
cathedrals carping catarrh
caterers burn cakes

as the cattle moo
masticate & mass debate
cataclysms purr

catatonic pap
catastrophe is blooming
so the catkins crow

but the scatty rub
dries like mummification
scatters on the breeze

catch another nap
dream’s the sweetest catalyst
caterpillar tracks

catfish caterwaul
wassails in catamarans
polecats up maypoles
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oh, those fucking poetz

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oh, those fucking poetz ( zteop gnikcuf esoht ,ho )

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posturing ponces with song in their bonces

mutants of music if rhythm esconces

humming ‘n’ strumming a pen’s instrumentals

lepers with pencils, the notes of the mentalz

scrotes of a morning, the welkin is yawning

clatter is calling if bollocks is dawning

nattering nutters, a sputter of clutter

trolling the normalz, the scrawls of the other

blithering babbles, a swan for the annals

supping not nectar – but dross from the barrels

witches ‘n’ wizards which sunbathe in blizzards

wailing ‘n’ howling the out of the innards

stoats in a forest of badgers ‘n’ weasels

dancing on sabbaths, the ill in illegals

tossers ‘n’ dossers, the scum of the earthen

burn all the poets, the beasts of this burden

– fuckers

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oh, those bloody poemz

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oh, those bloody poemz ( zmeop ydoolb esoht ,ho )

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catch a feather pen
when the breeze is blowing so
as remember’s embers glow
squid the nib & then

sputterings of dust
spanners, spins ‘n’ spatulas
colanders ‘n’ calendars
rummages ‘n’ rust

scatterings of ash
passengers on paper planes
wobbles on a cobbled lane
scratches of a rash

aches ‘n’ scrapes of scrotes
jottings in a tosser’s log
tangents in the phantom fog
shapes of nature’s notes

music is the glue
oddness is an odyssey
prosody’s a lottery
fuck it, that’ll do

piddles in a pad
sinking with the kitchenette
piffle on the internet
scribbles of the mad
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