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on the runs ( snur eht no )
…
a statue sits in situ
a tasket & – atishoo
as cold as baltic shoulders
a ghoul upon a stool
a pigeon in a prism
as white as winter’s wizard
a ghosty – or a blizzard
& so the oceans flow
from mumbled drums of thunder
’til buckets buckle under
the brown of howling bowel stuff
& mountainsides of shite
i’m inking then of cricket
of bandit men with swag sacks
the speed of a scheming cheetahs
& laser pace of light
…
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steaming on ( no gnimaets )
…
hug a rubber friend
when the frosts fall upon us
– hot water bottles
…
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warts & all that ( taht lla & straw )
…
piss the pale away
the milk of sopping sunday
i in my cagoule
minstrel of the mist
a frog within the fog seas
newts & shoots of green
laughter in the wood
another weasel pop song
intermittent owl
sleeping shrouds of clouds
the smudge of leaden pencils
pen of elfin then
grey beneath the fade
a ghost of gold october
ghouls a leafen path
see the rings of kings
a toad upon a toadstool
croaking on his throne
…
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a u t m n a l ( l a n m u t u a )
…
another fucking conker falls
upon my sodden bobble hat
the panther caps are growling
under shrunken oak boughs
my other poemz rhymes & stuff
no refunds or returns
a goblin in the phantom fog
laughs as babylon smoulders
…
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meanwhile’s cousin ( nisuoc s’elihwnaem )
…
grey between sunbeams
haze between dream’s deep
four jackdaws
in the doldrums of my mind’s eye
the milkman & the postman
swapped moustaches for the day
three pygmy shrews
danced a tango on the patio
lemon curd was spreading
on the top of toasted teacakes
& the grocer saw the ghost
of himself – in a puddle
as a hag in the local rag
married a badger
the courts say it’s illegal
– but maybe it’s love?
…
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squirrel ( lerriuqs )
…
they of woodland dreys
storing hordes of hazelnuts
bog roll & acorns
…
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rubber chickenpox ( xopnekcihc rebbur )
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scatter graph parallax
missing gaps, pavement cracks
scrabble babble axe
scrumpled sheet, shuffle feet
scrawl in all – incomplete
shudder sugar beet
onion sun, rumble drum
muted hues, fiddle dumb
pluck a pickled plum
pepper spray, chase the day
string a vest, west away
suck a lemon grey
shrouded cloud cotton socks
roses, hips, dripping clocks
rubber chickenpox
river mist, mistletoe
undertows overflow
scribble as y’ glow
…
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thoughts beside the estuary ( yrautse eht ediseb sthguoht )
…
rivers can be salty – too
like dry roasted scrotal sacks
there’s a shanty in the air
singing tails of dogs at sea
under skies of mutant blue
grains of sand within my shoe
is this the real life?
is this just fantasy?
egrets aren’t actually eagles
– they’re herons
…
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dreaming of sweden ( nredewds fo gnimaerd )
…
i’m dreaming of sweden
whilst eating ryvita
the land of ikea
of blondes & long summers
of forests & saunas
with winters of darkness
but england is darker
& britain is sinking
the nordics are calling
europa is falling
& earth’s in the clutches
of globalist quislings
& pantomime horseplay
so flee east of norway
as ace of base, abba
& stockholm – her syndromes
are chirping like hatchlings
i listen & harken
the garden’s in tangles
with thorns on the brambles
the cure is far worser
a scourge of a killer
as curtains are twitching
& tossers bang pots
the plot is all rotten
the dross at the bottom
so come & run, reader
& leg it with me
we’ll peg from the sniffles
& fuck this scamdemic
bee free from the sheeple
& wankers in masks
…
resarf poetry 