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yet more racist things they should cancel forever ( reverof lecnac dluohs yeht sgniht tsicar erom tey )
…
drystone walling
sunday teatime
non-gender-neutral bagpipes
matchboxes, magpies
barnard’s star
cardigans, ptarmigans
starfish, carnations
clay pigeon shooting
mister kipling’s cherry bakewells
tuesday afternoons
the severn bore, semaphore
lychees, lichtenstein
non-non-binary binary code
toblerones, moonbeams
mid-morning pancake day
& most pot noodles
( brrr )
…
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n o v e m b e r ( r e b m e v o n )
…
now that wraiths have faded
fluttered by like butterflies
owls beyond the crows
bogs become the leas
voles in every pigeonhole
scribbles scratching naps
easter is a snoring dormouse
piss another pantomime
michaelmas is mizzle-mist
goats & stoats in duffel coats
babylondon burns again
badgers dance a reelsome eight
embers of a distant hymn
sing within this hinterland
rubble underfoot
feathers in my pockets
…
~
crunching ( gnihcnurc )
…
~
crunching in a wood
scrunching on this crackered land’s
kitchen sinking sand
~
trudging with aplomb
like the fading autumn sprite
as the footpath twigs
~
so the thicket thins
saturn spins – a goblin sings
this is easter’s ghost
~
& the carpet glows
marbles, me & barking trees
branches leaf a trace
~
numbered blow the bones
wafer thin biscuits fading
embers of a then
~
sound is bouncing round
sun above but yonder ground
eggshells & cornflakes
…
~
the keys ( syek eht )
…
tingles in the land of tangles
jingles in a pocket’s jangle
cracking on between the scrambles
plodding on the road
dithers, dawdles, scrawls & gasping
blithers as the brass is rasping
rivers running, fingers clasping
digits in a code
dazes changing, hazes bunching
noses glowing, pinches punching
hymns & spinning, numbers crunching
songs upon a breeze
pushing buttons, switching pitches
summer’s wizards, winter’s witches
motion, oceans, hills & ditches
shifting with the keys
shuffles of a muffed morning
as the sunken sun is yawning
when the staggered stead is fawning
then it’s enter in
floating in the ghost of gloaming
fading, waving, flapping, foaming
beetles heaving, dung’s the roaming
home & let’s begin
…
~
worms ( smrow )
…
up before the dawn
squirming on them leas & lawns
early bird breakfast
…
~
bee facts ( stcaf eeb )
…
bees live in bonnets
& where the bears feast
nectar is their bread & butter
honey is their vomit
bees speak in buzz words
& sing with their wings
evil bees are wasps
or swarming hordes of hornets
bees are neither vegetables
the antichrist or minerals
bees flew in from venus
in eighty eight bee cee
bees fuck birds in spring
& make human babies
for storks to deliver
( as per school )
see, the bees bee here
& yet, the bees bee there
bees like disguises
appearances can bee deceiving
bees can bee a line
a letter or an insect
bees sleep tight at night
& then let there bee light
…
~
daisy chainy gaps ( spag yniahc ysiad )
…
nausea crawls a toad
slowly smoky ghost
drums upon the hoof
maybe rainy taps
antlers in the fog
eighty parsnips parp
woten hangs again
phasy brainy flaps
phosphorus the frog
flighty nightie night
knickers in the mist
lacy lady baps
sirens spinning hymns
holy oaky hood
laughter in the wood
hazy gravy naps
as minerva purrs
birdy wordy swirls
spiral like an eye
daisy chainy gaps
flower shower shine
hairy fairie ring
oscillate away
– crazy wavy caps
…
~
fission vision ( noisiv noissif )
…
the ants within my pants
only prance & dance at funerals
masks are the mark
of the muzzled in the dark
cheese is a god
& chocolate is a goddess
odd socks rule
school is guff ‘n’ gruel
sixty six sugars
in my tea or cappuccino
i’ve yet to reinvent
the hamster wheel or trouser press
hope is leverets larking
on a feathered daze in april
& my last home planet
had two thousand moons – too
( we’ve got so much in common )
…
~
when then ( neht nehw )
…
when predynastic eggs hatch
upon the two land’s sands
as skeins of geese are flying
in shapes of harvey smith
the unicorn’s of yesterweek
will sing of old brython
a parsnip in a pear tree
will parp the easter air
as roundabouts is back again
& burning in the rain
like lemon scented letterheads
& lettuce fresh fatigue
yet tricycles are icicles
a swordsman fought the pen
then narnia united
will win the champions league
…
~
thoughts on doors ( srood no sthguoht )
…
door light
portal pouring
door way
matts as maps
door staff
rods & ringing
door bell
knell intruders
blue door
enter berries
green door
spring an ingress
red door
exit pandas
french door
so bonjour
door creaks
speaking hinges
door talk
of a morn
fire door
flaming gateways
door mice
hatching rats
door nobs
sticky wickets
door slide
skidding pivots
door jam
sugar sweet
door knockers
nest breasts
…
resarf poetry 