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piss another prelude

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piss another prelude ( edulerp rehtona ssip )

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dry before the soak
yonder on – the branches dance
soldiers dip the yolk
carpenters in barking pants

ants retreat below
under boughs – the heifers stall
when the egg is sleep
sky above a wrecking ball

stick around ‘n’ see
where the air’s a shade of glue
nettles spoon the soup
teasels tease a tickled hue

calm before the stork
posts a spring delivery
on a nature walk
free from normal’zzz pillory

greener than a dream
breezes stir the marmalade
climb a mountain ash
call a trowel – a garden spade

sing a salad daze
chase the shapes of shifting shrouds
hit the shitter’s fan
scatter under wazzing clouds

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dreams of the past

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dreams of the past ( tsap eht fo smaerd )

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the twentieth century
is eating pot noodles

in a shell suit
while the miners strike

the nineteenth century
is reading frankenstein

dressed like jack the ripper
on the flying scotsman

the eighteenth century
is humming bars of mozart

in a river mill town
in a mantua gown

all the former centuries
old but never dead

dozing in a nursing home
between teatime & bed

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f l o w i n g

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f l o w i n g ( g n i w o l f )

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f eathers on a breeze

      fists in the yeah

      first class stampedes

l eaves on the river

      lemons that blow

      lyrics from the otherland

o nce the cock is up

      onions shed their skins

      order is reborn

w aving like an x-ray

      waddle like a duckling

      when the tongue’s untied

i n between ebbs

      itchy rectal passages

      icing me cakehole

n evermore’s a nob’ead

      notes the spillage idiom

      now is a cloudburst

g lowing inside your

      golden noggin’s

      gobshite hinterland

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four thirty three

minutes – the lyrics

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lines on describing

the scent of a dahlia

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a rondeau in the style

of marcrel marceau

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the sound of a skeleton

sleeping underground

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reasons to vote

for any of the scrotes

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on the back

of a second class stamp

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monkeypox update

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monkeypox update ( etadpu xopyeknom )

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the m42

from junction five to fourteen

      is riddled with the monkeypox

      ( follow diverted traffic signs )

most beekeepers

& amateur oceanographers

      are under quarantine

      ( probably forever )

every other greggs

on this frightened little isle

      every b&m

      ( but not b&q )

anyone called gordon

– wilhelm or susan

      will be shot on sight

      ( then incinerated )

the bakerloo line

is still infected

      blackpool tower

      ( plus the marble arch mound )

all stratocumulus

& nimbostratus clouds

      stay afraid indoors

      ( in case they rain upon us )

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final words on athlete’s foot

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final words on athlete’s foot ( toof s’etelhta no sdrtow lanif )

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i thought you were
an urban myth

like potholing
or lichtenstein

until your spores settled
in between my toes

my polished oak toes
beneath my wooden legs

the doctor said
‘impossible’

the bishop tried
to exorcise

& yet you grew
& reddened then

a crimson shade
of blistered skin

scaling in places
like a lovely old toad

she of whiffy socks
feeding on the phantom jam

itches in the night
whispered then – i love you

oh, how i believed
until i learnt of others

with the same infection
– you’d been sleeping around

so i chainsawed
the limbs below me bellend

apart in foot & heart
you linger where the head is

you fungal fucking whore
mrs. tinea pedis

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