jan

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jan ( naj )

belling back before the end
knelling after what’s before
singing swans beyond the bend
turn the tumble turnip door

wander in a ringing wood
walk a thawing frosted path
hat beneath a robin’s hood
as the phantom badgers laugh

& the shatting branches bare
bugger all but mossen bark
scatters in the whisper air
spring’s a dither’s distant lark

learn another broken code
sodding resolutions spool
hymn an ancient infant’s ode
all is nought – the plodding fool

spot the mackerel mottled sky
burn the tinsel christmas tree
cross another scrying i
dot another brewing t

pissing storming scribbled ink
’til the mutant rhyme is done
sinking in this drooping think
rising like the yawning sun

sandy

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sandy ( ydnas )

lines in the sand
sandpit runway
sandpaper plane

sing, sandbar
greensand salad day’s
sandstone undertones

sandstorm clouds
bury heads in sand
a thousand ostriches

hark, sand martins
& ampersands
sand on a breeze

beach sand blowing
sandcastles over
sand in a sandwich

time’s sand grains
on a sandal’s sole
sandpipers playing

today’s poem is

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today’s poem is ( si meop s’yadot )

the second punic war
pewter forged with silver

floating over there
where the air snares feathers

phospholipids
a thousand little owls

catching a bus
with a bloody big net

yesterday’s gravy
yes men with rabies

anthills in antioch
bees in aberdeen

handstands in bandstands
peanut butter fingers

peppermint tea bags
penicillin g

bellowing yellows
whispered turquoise noise

singing saucy shanties
on the hepatitis sea

parping parsnip gasses
pickled fucking onions

friends with all the wrong’uns
& the covid cult defilers

( amen )

sound check poem

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sound check poem ( meop kcehc dnuos )

one, two – swans too

there’s a song within me shoe

where the sixth toe glows

as a cheese breeze blows

loose screws, shrews shoo

& a monkey up a tree

like a sonnet in the bonnet

of an on it bumblebee

three, four – green door

& a doodle in the doo

dodos, slo-mo

& a dicky dictionary

five, six – six, five

i’ve a pebble in me sock

but the arse parps free

like y’ father in a frock

bass up, bass down

in the dingles – all around

a, b – chase me

maybe, rabies

one, two – swans too

there’s a song within me shoe

as a kipper rides a bike

there’s a cabbage on the mic

facing the grey

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facing the grey ( yerg eht gnicaf )

fluff stuck on velcro

the mystery of fluff

– where does it waft from

& what’s their agenda?

is fluff dust

& a cousin of lint?

( mizzle-mist spits

bits of the river )

brown cows moo

as the west sun sets

– nothing funny happened

on the way to the fayre

leaves on the pavement

litter in a hedge

yesterday’s papers

dumped in a layby

all is a jigsaw

when will it sing?

– time slides sideways

watching the cobwebs

facing the grey

as the multiverse blooms

locus in focus

eat my minutiae

observations on a brass monkey morn

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observations on a brass monkey morn ( nrom yeknom ssarb a no snoitavresbo )

birds catch worms
with extra reinforcements

diamond tip beaks
crafty little buggers

wear a pair of boots
as the pavements crave fractures

dancing on ice
like the shite on i.t.v

two white hares
& a pair of ermine stoats

stopwatches counting
out in the leas

sheep shit freezes
in thirty three seconds

harder than y’ nan
on nandrolene-plus

rivers don’t flow
but noses run ragged

scarves upon scarves
fingers in pockets

gnomes are frozen still
by the garden pond’s coma

colder than a wim hof
hot water bottle