poetry’s a dick’ead diary

poetry’s a dick’ead diary ( a p o e m )

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poetry's a sad nymph weeping

poetry's a spring lamb leaping

poems are a bunch of words

that we shat out just like turds


poetry's a burnt flag blazing

poetry's half-part amazing

poems are a form of glue

solvent free ( killjoys, boo hoo )


poetry's a sort of anchor

poetry's a fuckin' wanker

poems are a startled herd

poems are a flock of birds


poetry's a dragon - fiery

poetry's a dick'ead diary

poems know a trick or two

yet they're tits

yes, this is true

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rush-job

rush-job ( a p o e m )

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each second counts

time now is squashed

great waves are tossed

against the cosh


not long have i

i'm in a rush

calm's far from here

distant its hush


& yet you there

you gently waft

with breezy ease

you swish then swash


sips of nectar

from supping cups

i'm in a rush

- don't hold me up -

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mash & salad

mash & salad ( 1 0 s e c o n d r e a d ( . . . ) )

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apples unearth

mixed leaf glum


sharks are basking

bastard sun


eat more carrots

dark this fun


mash & salad

yom num yum

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a grey may day

a grey may day ( a t r u e s t o r y )

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a grey may day

spring mist & murk

then showers fall

on april's lies


all's there somewhere

my pen still works

we need this now

the ground's too dry


so come on rain

& soak your worst

england expects

as too do i


torrents pour forth

mighty clouds burst

a grey may day

( gifts in disguise )

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deskhead

deskhead ( f o u r – l i n e – read )

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this desk is a mess

this head is a mess

my head is this desk

this desk is my head

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weather the under

weather the under ( a p o e m ( ? ) )

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the fox with chickenpox

the weasel with measles

the frog who's feeling off

the anaemic weevil


the snake with the burnt tongue

the poorly poor baboon

the snail struck by the runs

i hope you get well soon

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fools

fools ( s o m e p o e t r y o f s t u f f )

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( oh )



do stop making


 a fool out of us


said the lemon


& the whipping cream


to the whisk


( but it's all in the wrist )


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there’s a bucket in my hole

there’s a bucket in my hole ( a t r u e t a l e )

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there's a bucket in my hole

& there's a kitchen in me rat

there's a settee down my keys

& there's a tree

stuck up my cat


there's a hay barn on my fire

& aye - there's soup within my fly

there's a shadow of my shadow

but don't ask us how

or why

( ? )

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strange little bird

strange little bird ( a s t r a n g e l i t t l e p o e m )

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strange little bird

the feathered kind

with off-beat flaps

never in time


your oblique beak

& confused plume

unclassified

none can assume


your species re

taxonomy

truly a winged

anomaly


strange little bird

where have you gone?

i miss your chirps

your quirks, your song

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there’s a ghost in me toaster

there’s a ghost in me toaster ( a s h i t p o e m )

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there's a ghost in me toaster

& a dragon in me kettle

little imps in me fridge

& in me cupboards

the devil

( ! )

there's a troll in me fruit bowl

which is more than i can handle

wicked covens in me oven

fuck it

breakfast is cancelled

( forever )

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resarf poetry

( ? )

contemporary poetry