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balaclava – baklava ( avalkab – avalcalab )
…
as the clouds are howling by
in the rabid autumn sky
& the chills are frisking me
grill an owl or dictionary
sings a swan within the brain
quibbles quizzing on again
balaclava – baklava
how i wonder what you are?
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one’s a sort of woollen mask
from a battle, since you ask
born in eighteen fifty four
in the great crimean war
& the other is a treat
filled with nuts & honey sweet
baked with layered filo – so
that’s the difference, now you know
…
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in a month of mondays ( syadnom fo htnom a ni )
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calendars & contours
colanders in kitchen sinks
swans are singing encores
once upon the sequels
gleams the green of in between
snoring with the eagles
pour another tea cup
buttered toast & traffic jam
so the stuttered speak up
storming of a morning
mares within the air & hare
where the stagger’s fawning
anoraks & sun rays
ambles on an ashen path
in a month of mondays
scrambles at the deep end
badgers in the thicket’s thatch
tangled ’til the weekend
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cloven hoofed yoofs ( sfooy defooh nevolc )
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have you herd the one
about the gangs of cows?
cloven hoofed yoofs
clad in shellsuits
sniffing super glue
marker pens & tipex
skiving off from school
larking in them leas
knocking fences down
patting yon allotments
drinking booze from town
chasing great dane bitches
labradors & spaniels
pugs & humans too
gobbing on badgers
pissing on the footpaths
swagger walk & bugger
all before the slaughter
on the road to death
– what a load of bullocks
…
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sternutation in a major ( rajom a ni noitatunrets )
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the bandleader blows
his trombone nose
& sneezes bars
of marching brass
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bonfire ( erifnob )
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build with sticks – not stones
bits ‘n’ birch & branch of oak
last summer’s ragwort
brambles, bobs ‘n’ twigs
scrumpled sheets of poetry
nettles & regrets
leaves & sheeple masks
letters from the government
thorns of thicket’s thatch
with a guy atop
effigies of enemies
weasels run the whirled
check for hedgehogs first
badgers, owls & barrels of
rum – or gunpowder
if the ghost is clear
in the darkened garden’s blear
– spark that mother’ up
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o c t o b e r e s q u e ( e u q s e r e b o t c o )
…
once september’s snuffed it
crosses on a calendar
then the wraiths awaken
of a flighty swansong
bogs become the pastures
ermine cloaks a stoat
rhyme is roundabouts
every leaf’s a flower – too
spring is in antartica
quaggas mare the air
unicorns & mastodons
evening crawls in darkness
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weather or knot ( tonk ro rehtaew )
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a cloaking, crawling dawn
with croaking hints of frog
misting midland mills
wales is silken veils
of shifting, shrouding cloud
& phantom tangent fog
as sneezing scotland coughs
the peas in london’s broth
but breezes weave by nine
– the west’s a stringing vest
& cats & dogs will piss
upon the realms of men
from looe to timbuktu
until the afternoon
the rest ‘s a shining spell
– as satellites foretell
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on the runs ( snur eht no )
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a statue sits in situ
a tasket & – atishoo
as cold as baltic shoulders
a ghoul upon a stool
a pigeon in a prism
as white as winter’s wizard
a ghosty – or a blizzard
& so the oceans flow
from mumbled drums of thunder
’til buckets buckle under
the brown of howling bowel stuff
& mountainsides of shite
i’m inking then of cricket
of bandit men with swag sacks
the speed of a scheming cheetahs
& laser pace of light
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steaming on ( no gnimaets )
…
hug a rubber friend
when the frosts fall upon us
– hot water bottles
…
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warts & all that ( taht lla & straw )
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piss the pale away
the milk of sopping sunday
i in my cagoule
minstrel of the mist
a frog within the fog seas
newts & shoots of green
laughter in the wood
another weasel pop song
intermittent owl
sleeping shrouds of clouds
the smudge of leaden pencils
pen of elfin then
grey beneath the fade
a ghost of gold october
ghouls a leafen path
see the rings of kings
a toad upon a toadstool
croaking on his throne
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resarf poetry 