photography

hot toes

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hot toes  (  something i started on yesterday )

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hot toes

puzzled troubles

scraping

soapy fumbles

thin-air

lemon scented

wednesday

part-fermented


vest strings

gently plucking

cowslips

tipping - tumbling

much is

doubtless hiding

scared or

elsewhere skiving


fuck off

dizzy dribbles

gobshite

pissy quibbles

belt it

chuckle buckles

sweet as 

honeysuckles


werewolf

pickled onions

sealed tight

phantom bunions

pop this

in the kettle's

song-sing

( hope things settle )

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dearest jenny lind,

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dearest jenny lind,  (  s o m e  b o l l o c k s  )

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dearest jenny lind,

i'm in your fan-fanfanclub

though folk say you sang


like a nightingale but

i prefer them nightjars

barn owls & your fans


dearest jenny lind,

often things get sticky

all is saunad through


too hot then for abba

minecraft or ikea

then come wafts

 of you

( x )

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scrawling’s calling

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scrawling’s calling  ( a  rhetorical question in disguise ( as a banana skin ) )

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wake the dog up, ring a friend

tell a stranger - inform them

tell the ladies then the men

tell the buzzards, tell the wren


tell the farmer in his den

tell his sheep, his cows & hens

tell your barbie - tell your ken

tell the dinar, lek & yen


tell little john, tell big ben

find a mirror - tell yuh sen

shout at khaos, psst at zen

tell green bottles - yeah, all ten


tell the big-eared folk of fens

tell that real world & pretend

scrawling's calling in the glen

bring a notepad

& a pen

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you have my harp

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you have my harp  (  a  ?  )

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as day turns dark, birds merge with bats

as twilight flaps its blackish wings

you have my harp - i want it back

don't fiddle with

my well-strung strings


as great moons loom in vague blue skies

loose change is but my total wealth

i am not rich, no spoils have i

you have my harp

go pluck yourself

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