life-sheet

life-sheet ( s o m e p o e t r y )

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the world is damned

the world is fine

& some say both

at the same time


the ironed shirts

are now more creased

as wars rage on

let's fight for peace


life never ends

we're dead from birth

we came from stars

this is our earth


folk tales lie like

the myth of self

- oh look, a ghost

& there's an elf


we're free to feel

the glow of odd

yes god is love

but not your god


sixpences can

turn in a blink

when everything's

a kitchen sink


each sheep's a sheep

each bird's a bird

all words - well they're

just fucking words


in summary

there is no sane

when bollocks rules

when nonsense reigns

...

easter as a creature

easter as a creature ( c r i p e s )

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oh shit, it's easter

easter as a creature

looming all bunny-eared

grim as gloomy reapers


chick-beaked it teeters

dead mish-mashed its features

it eats men - like christmas

let's flee from this creature

...

i’d like to be a library

i’d like to be a library ( a d r e a m i n v e r s e )

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i'd like to be a library

this is the dream of mine

with loads of tomes inside of me

in my deweyed insides


no trouble mind - oh do shut up

respect my rules & terms

i'd have many, many books but

hopefully no book worms

...

save the …

save the … ( a v e r s e )

…



save the whale

& the bee

save some face

plant more trees


save the shit

with its rhymes

save that nick

stitched in time


save the coins

& the strange

scrimp like shrimps

'til it rains


save & hope

fingers crossed

or surely

all is lost

...

many, many tickets still available

many, many tickets still available ( p o e m )

…




every night i fall

in the story of my life

it's a musical on ice

the reviews have not been nice


all critics are dicks

so i care not for their gripes

plus my legs look good in tights

& show on goes this shite

( called life )

...

armpits are bottomless

armpits are bottomless ( a n o b s e r v a t i o n )

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armpits are bottomless

that's your arse-bit

'tween hairy cheeks there lies

yonder dark pit

both are pure poetry

listen - hark it

armpits are bottomless

that's your arse-bit

...

blame the uncles

blame the uncles ( a p o e t v e r s e r y i s m i z a t i o n a l e s s a y )

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honey suckled dusty knuckles

hens are bumbling in huddles

stuff in bundles, shush a mumble

english shit - don't give a fuckle


up a muscle trouble funnels

gemini eyes seeing doubles

ape-scrapes drunk in monkeyed tunnels

personally i

blame the uncles

...

dandelion poem

dandelion poem ( a f u c k i n ‘ p o e m )

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dandelions

never roar

hunt in packs or

nap lest snore


dandelions

they aint cats

but they're lions

that's a fact


dandelions

look their best

always as their

name suggests


dandelions

over there

& the other

- everywhere -

...

nipping out

nipping out ( ? )

…




my shaky knees they face the breeze

a sneeze achoos

statues say cheese


the sky it groans in sun dialled tones

as bees bumble

in bungalows


a jigsaw jigs as shovels dig

above my head

hand glides a pig


oh holy cow, a rose hip bows

some mystery

is there somehow


plus shit it creeps, them oblique speak

of normals stuff

the cupboard's bleak


an elbow sighs as blankets dry

pure pantomime

aye - slap my thigh


a polar bear swallows the mayor

as tyre fitters

are going spare


my shaky knees they face the breeze

to yonder shop

go knees & me

...

that voice somewhere

that voice somewhere ( s o m e ? )

…



strip naked & then

smear your bod 

with plum jam


then wait for those wasps

with their sting 

after stang


incessant that hell

you're in sheer

 agony


then wonder

oh why

do you listen

 to me

( ? )

...

resarf poetry

( ? )

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