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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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the things we sniff

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the things we sniff ( ffins ew sgniht eht )

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petrichoral earth
when the rain falls dry

terror in the eyes
of the muzzled mask-brigade

buns in the oven
bakers up the duff

onions in the pan
after weeping their demise

recycled garbage
parped from the pulpit

doom on the snooze
& the b.b.c’s bullshit

roses up noses
sing a ring o’ death

petals in the breeze
on the wheezing, sneezing air

milk, if it’s off
sulphur from a ghost

cheese in me socks
or grilled on toast

soup on simmer
metal, if we smelt it

farts from the arse
of the croupier that dealt it
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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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