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the metaverse is not a poem ( meop a ton si esrevatem eht )
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or a chirpy hymn
from the chitters in the trees
springing birds would sing
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the metaverse is not a poem ( meop a ton si esrevatem eht )
…
or a chirpy hymn
from the chitters in the trees
springing birds would sing
…
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runny honey ( yenoh ynnur )
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where the bears leg it
sweating apiarists peg it
chasing speeding bees
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( puddle on ) ( no elddup )
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cloudbursts in august
drowning out july’s dry drought
– about fucking time
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b a r d ( d r a b )
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bark a rabid dirge
blacken a red door
blue a roan donkey
bloom a rosy dawn
bite a ripe damson
blow a raspberry – doughnut
build a rocky den
breathe a rousing dew
boat a river down
bob a robin’s dance
brush a rascal dog
bumble a runcible ditty
bee a rainy day
bright against rising darkness
bugger all robotic diktats
bring a rubber duckie
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coffee breaks ( skaerb eeffoc )
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caffeine beats
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lost in muesli ( ilseum ni tsol )
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deader than prince phillip
rosencratz or elvis
woe’s a broken flow
a simian simile
a monkey up a tree
a gibbon wrapped in ribbons
the road ahead is blueness
& not on google earth
the birth of venus teases
a botticelli bot
& huff behind the blinds
saving us from daylight
the morn’ before i saw
a kingfisher catch
a freshwater kraken
the size of an ice cream van
& ran home to tell
the man on the news
who laughed at my tale
the rest’s a beached whale
a bee in a sonnet
a pocketful of breadcrumbs
dreaming still of yous
in me unlaced oxford shoes
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august salad ( dalas tsugua )
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buddleia burn
butterfly churn
church mouse trouser leg
beach towel owl
pie chart charlemagne
bargain bin sinbad
blackberry beret
ants in flying pants
sugar paper trail
goblin holiday
garden gnomes roaming
gobi aloo desert
carbonated penfriends
cartoon cartwheels
slowly, homeward lancelot
knights creeping in
outbound hourglass
money maker ketchup
marigold standard
carpal tunnel vision
oft on occasions
turning leafen tables
snakes in the loft
octavian’s moth
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beware the ragwort ( trowgar eht eraweb )
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as seen in hedgerows
spreading on the pasture’s green
death’s yellow petals
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while plums ripen ( nepir smulp elihw )
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eat late strawberries
or early blackberries
in these changeling days
the arse end of july
hairy like a hare
or mrs slocombe’s pussy
note of the fallen
the long gone snowdrops
broad beans down
but the runners yet to come
clouds in the sky
spell the word – pareidolia
when we squint & tilt
our eyes & neck respectively
in between squeezes
in the tantalising orchard
still to hard
like your nan on nandrolone
huffing as we spot
kestrels catching flying ants
hurry up then, plums
we haven’t got all summer
cry the crumble bakers
& restless jam makers
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