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where is arthur?

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where is arthur? ( 32 lines of wonder )

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where is arthur?

where's he gone?

there asleep 'neath

avalon?



not that arthur

climb a tree

scan as far as

eyes can see



visit ruins

consult ghost

attach missing

notes to posts



ask a wise owl

they might know

cleverer though

are those crows



is he hiding

in our heads?

check cupboards

& under beds



question what is

really real

slippery these

eels we feel



dive in duck ponds

dig the earth

prepare yourself

fear the worst



then the phone rings

saves the day

it's arthur he's

on his way

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an assortment of wobbles

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an assortment of wobbles ( some poemz )

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another daze - another wobble

sprained is day yet on she hobbles

maelstroms suck

fat turkey's gobbles

puddles muddle

pigeons squabble



oh yonder dales beyond those windmills

with the sound of the bastard hills

resonate

rattle windowsills

turn my biro

into a quill



save mater earth & keep bees on it

stationary supersonic

shanks's pony

plate tectonic

clubfoot sandwich

language phonics



save the slogan & jellied quibbles

bad shrew jokes - byzantine riddles

piggys in the

midst of middles

dogs called god

& cats called tiddles

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dear little bird

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dear little bird ( 4 quatrains for the year’s first actual tuesday )

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dear little bird pecking my brain

you feather not these flighty thoughts

you are no bird - this truth is sane

the rest is of less-sketchy sorts


them pencils & them pads are mad

my inky eyes are on the blink

now straining as that world of fact

this is how i normally think


so peck away & do your worse

like edgy free-verse about death

pretend that you're a birdy curse

pretend that you are worth the breath


of uttering some veiled response

as if i give a piece of piss

so maybe you were haiku once?

i care not ( beyond writing this )

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lines on milton keynes

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lines on milton keynes ( 4 couplets )

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i've never been to milton keynes

it never shows up in my dreams


i've heard the cows are concrete there

down the m1 - down south, somewhere


but maybe someday i shall go

to this future mutant ghetto


wander its streets, pop in its shops

hang out with them strontium dogs

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