contemporary poetry

scissor kicks

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scissor kicks ( skcik rossics )

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tarred but infeathered

      farting like a marsh

as the spanners dance

      with the ghost of broken biscuits

weaving inbetween

      see the forest flap

fly with bingo wings

      monday is an urban myth

fellow geminis,

      is there life on marzipan?

where the air is beans

      or a shade of shitehawk

walking up the walls

      with a nuthatch swagger

on the eighty eighth of april

      with a parsnip up my arse

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oh, those dog roses

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oh, those dog roses ( sesor god esoht ,ho )

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let slip the namesakes
thorns but no paws

sleep between the wars
sweeter than a canon

balls is all this morning
bollocks is the bollocks

dozing in the garden
as the catnip purrs

her of the whiskered
whispering witchcraft

watches with cobnuts
so summer’s mutts

gleam between sunbeams
shining like sirius

barking in hedgerows
up the prickled hawthorn
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pppoooeeetttrrryyy

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pppoooeeetttrrryyy ( yyyrrrttteeeoooppp )

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pisspot platitudes
pennies from magonia
purple prose comas

odd sock odysseys
otters in your pocket watch
operatic owls

etch upon the mist
elemental excrement
echoes in hedgerows

type tripe titterings
trundle up the eiderdown
tonguing twisted toss

roar like a mouse mat
roundabouts & out again
row your floating boat

yet the yeti see
yesterday’s a paper plane
you fucking pilchard
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the things we write

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the things we write ( etirw ew sgniht eht )

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dear mrs. worthington,

fear not the fog lights

      wish you were hearsay

      seven bellend lane

long for a gone walk

or silverfish fishing

      full moon looming

      oven’s in the dinner

porpoises, portals

scribble ’til you’re normalzzz

      god is an onion

      sincerely yours, anon

ten crisp crescent

messrs so & so

      wet paint drying while

      – this pen is running ou

see how they rumba

episode three

      once upon a double dip

      chapter ninety nine

die, you fucking goblins

don’t forget a brollie

      eat more broccoli

      see you in the morrow

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after the discharge

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after the discharge ( egrahcsid eht refta )

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since my nurse dispersed

& evaporated

      like a tin of milk

      or a sundae on the sun

as the doctors turned

& faced a flu religion

      baring hair shirts

      upon their lips & nostrils

all is rubber walls

sputum in a gale

      see the weasels scurry

      them that banged the pots

‘bet they watch the telly

& laugh at ant ‘n’ dec

      – yonder, palmate newts

      & fire salamanders

fall from welkin heights

splatter like rain

      normalz hides indoors

      never lives again

as the right dog barks

up the wrong fig tree

      yes, the world went mad

      when i became sane

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pen

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pen ( nep )

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pen a sea of ink
see the kraken eating tea
cakes as clippers sink

plink a twisted nap
dreaming of contortionists
’til the buggers snap

plonk the plums of thyme
life on planet excrement
write this shit in rhyme

pluck a burst of herbs
plough with owls & dance with nouns
adjectives & verbs

pen a sword of sorts
swish as if a scribble’s knight
fight the normalzzz thought’s

pant a pencil’s case
shavings fall from sharpeners
larkers scrawl & face

penguin penumbras
penicillin pentagrams
pungent pensioners

pen another then
ink of squids & tentacles
vegetables & men
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