contemporary poetry

a ghost

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a ghost ( a yeah – all this mist doesn’t affect me eithers poemz … )

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the ghost of where?

the ghost of who?

the ghost of maybe

dunno - you?

the ghost of why?

the ghost of how?

which chill does stir? we

tingle now


the ghost of toast?

all ghosts are toast

when busses hit us

we'll be those

we can't give up

the dot-dot-dot

the ghost of hmmm? the

ghost of what?

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town mission

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town mission ( some o’that ‘n’ some o’this )

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yes on a town mission yeah

quite often you will find me

public transport nutter style

for poundland - the library


with mumbles in my jumbles

like the chuckles of my shoe

i'll nip in the museums

then peruse the markets too


( disguised as myself )

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signet rings

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signet rings ( some modern shit )

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the swans are wearing

signet rings

cabers are tossed like

highland flings

yon ponderers are

pondering

just how long is a

piece of thing?



the worried wonder

what clouds bring

those parks are getting

in the swing

as limpets cling to

apron strings

as launderettes some

change they wring



the ditherers are

dithering

which willow tree is

whispering ( ? )

jellied plate shakes are

wibbling

poetic dicks are

blithering



hornets ready their

latest sting

the king's fucked-off fuck

off the king

a rowdy church mouse

shouts it's spring

a glistening a

christening

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barn siren

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barn siren ( some the of poemz ? )

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auntie april fool is

on sabbatical

spells not spelling fuck

twerps grammatical

come now to my barn


there lies symmetry all's

mathematical

as autocrat's canines

bark dogmatical

there we'll spin gold yarns


strawer non-metaphored it's

hay pragmatical

calm it dozes here un-

problematical

nectared wisps of calm



nature holds them reigns here

unmechanical

oh - plus it flies because

this shite's magical

come now to my barn


( go on then )

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sieve-divs

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sieve-divs ( some almost poemz )

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remember, remember

your name & address

please write it on your hand

later you'll forget

then you could be me then

then's anyone's guess

let scrawled ink preserve us

preserve

& progress

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