contemporary poetry

the corduroy years

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the corduroy years ( a niche-yawn )

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& so then things wrote

of the corduroy years

with fettled head

as blue tits fed


from yon bird feeder

as the curtains twitched

with sacheted cups

hot, cheapskate sups


of shite poundland fare

passing sirens blare

another pen

stops working then


then the doorbell rings

& a dodo sings

of easters nu

rebooting spring


( already? )

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them upstairs

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them upstairs ( some poemz )

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aye - them upstairs

they yell sometimes

in languages un -

identified


perchance in tongues?

one cannot say

their t.v blazes

throughout the day


they speak through floors

in x-rayed groans

their telephone tones

rattle my bones


then sing sometimes

in infrared

them beyond my neck

them in my head

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