contemporary poetry

as the normalzzz snore

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as the normalzzz snore ( erons zzzlamron eht sa )

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up before the dawn

& before rob halford

      pissing on the lawn

      as a blackbird stirs

scribbles in the head

by the blanks of the river

      barking with the snarks

      on a park’s seesaw

when the then is zen

yet an impish ape

      as the normalzzz snore

      for software updates

larking in the dark

in the parliament of owls

      sipping milky tea

      rosy like the clover

up before the cockerels

cock-a-doodle doo

      shepherds spot the leopards

      as the cowherds moo

down in the dingles

squawking on the moors

      in between the doggers

      & the early morning joggers

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phantom hand grenades

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phantom hand grenades ( sedanerg dnah motnahp )

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phantom hand grenades
crackle, static caravan
gravy train station

gravy train station
anne of cleves & damocles
sixteen cuttlefish

sixteen cuttlefish
twenty seven ruddy faced
campanologists

campanologists
laser rays & mayonnaise
let the bumbles be

let the bumbles be
salad cream a scattered dream
fort four thought-forms

forty four thought-forms
all is but a buttercup
badger barricades

badger barricades
mist ‘n’ mrs. worthington
phantom hand grenades

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fukk thuh gram err puh-lease

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fukk thuh gram err puh-lease ( esael-hup rre marg huht kkuf )

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groaw yaw oan pohimz

doan’t lett thuh buggerz hoo

stampp inn littull bootz

puh-leasing thuh innturnett

telll yew wot 2 right

& gram err izz impawtunt

pluss ampersandz r rong

& cappihtull letturz mattuh

koz thair gobbshitez

& tossurrz

minnyunzz ov thuh daaknuss

botz wiv nuhthing insighed

doo yaw oan shitt

& bee anne indie-viddyewull

– peas

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regeneration song

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regeneration song ( gnos noitareneger )

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catching the drift
of a wood on the water

scratching a nap
with a pen & a pad

hatching a plan
like a flan for all seasons

jangles of quiche
in liue of a key

kettle in tune
with the fork on the road

lifting the cee
off the ode in the code

gathering shoots
in the bucket of fuck-it

wandering on
with the song from beyond

barking the bright
in a lily white nightie

blooming a soon
’til the gnomes come home

under the moon
in the kingdom of badgers

wiping my arse
with those poems of yours

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