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dreams of the past ( tsap eht fo smaerd )
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the twentieth century
is eating pot noodles
in a shell suit
while the miners strike
the nineteenth century
is reading frankenstein
dressed like jack the ripper
on the flying scotsman
the eighteenth century
is humming bars of mozart
in a river mill town
in a mantua gown
all the former centuries
old but never dead
dozing in a nursing home
between teatime & bed
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f l o w i n g ( g n i w o l f )
…
f eathers on a breeze
fists in the yeah
first class stampedes
l eaves on the river
lemons that blow
lyrics from the otherland
o nce the cock is up
onions shed their skins
order is reborn
w aving like an x-ray
waddle like a duckling
when the tongue’s untied
i n between ebbs
itchy rectal passages
icing me cakehole
n evermore’s a nob’ead
notes the spillage idiom
now is a cloudburst
g lowing inside your
golden noggin’s
gobshite hinterland
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the grocer’s folly ( yllof s’recorg eht )
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stupidity
is muted youths
who feast on eastern
citrus fruits
~
young, dumb
& full of kum … quats
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mark of the bees ( seeb eht fo kram )
…
a honeybee flew
into last night’s vindaloo
& now my ring stings
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( … )
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four thirty three
minutes – the lyrics
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lines on describing
the scent of a dahlia
~
a rondeau in the style
of marcrel marceau
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the sound of a skeleton
sleeping underground
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reasons to vote
for any of the scrotes
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on the back
of a second class stamp
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monkeypox update ( etadpu xopyeknom )
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the m42
from junction five to fourteen
is riddled with the monkeypox
( follow diverted traffic signs )
most beekeepers
& amateur oceanographers
are under quarantine
( probably forever )
every other greggs
on this frightened little isle
every b&m
( but not b&q )
anyone called gordon
– wilhelm or susan
will be shot on sight
( then incinerated )
the bakerloo line
is still infected
blackpool tower
( plus the marble arch mound )
all stratocumulus
& nimbostratus clouds
stay afraid indoors
( in case they rain upon us )
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~
( & begin ) ( nigeb & )
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quills from the feathers
of a jubjub bird
ink from the sacs
of a massive fucking kraken
a seat & a desk
plus a cuppa tea is good
sheet from the trees
in the shoulda coulda wood
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monkey country ( yrtnuoc yeknom )
…
jungles of oak
mountain ash or rowan
orchards where we grow
the money that we squirrel
nuts & bananas
both are common currency
barter with aplomb
swinging hairy arms
where the green is green
& the queen’s a lemur
north west of frogland
east of hobbit island
we, the simian folk
in this monkey country
sing until the sun shines
under earl grey skies
stirring rhesus blood
gibbons in glamorgan
tamarins in manchester
marmosets in derby
blue baboons at troon
with their balls in the dunes
shakespeare came
from our collective chatter
in between tea breaks
typed in a castle
a bolthole cottage
or a new build mews
breeding when we’re not
spanking ourselves
spreading like the pox
on the nine o’ clock snooze
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the greening swards ( sdraws gnineerg eht )
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strolling on a golden egg
when the hen of then rewards
climb the bladder’s ladder rung
life is snakes ‘n’ chequerboards
piss a pot of that’s shallot
skin the pickled goblin hordes
onion rings ‘n’ flutter wings
penning pencils fencing swords
posting pillared letterheads
dodging normal’zzz mortarboards
out about – the papered trails
dipping dales ‘n’ crossing fords
wander swan, the bend is thy
catch a buzz ‘n’ fly towards
lend an ear ‘n’ disappear
major keys ‘n’ minor chords
musical, the mutant moon
clarinets ‘n’ clavichords
potpourri a gloaming sea
going like the clapperboards
’til the kitchen syncs in time
jumping jacks ‘n’ leaping lords
spawn another yawning rhyme
morning on the greening swards
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sesame siesta ( atseis emases )
…
is the hum above
but a fly or butterflies?
– open dozing eyes
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resarf poetry 