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september, september
soap sud flakes
eight fat ladies
fish paste sandwiches
september, september
bailing twine laces
time for reflection
your anus in a puddle
september, september
the ombudsman’s chin
a mastiff of mole hills
plus v.a.t
september, september
almost maroon
& yet tangerine
the bishop’s new pubes
september, september
solvent-free glue
deep green anorak
the second punic war
september, september
an anderson shelter
breakfast in a bath tub
& rose hip hedgerows
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who?
saint swithun
where?
the derbion, derby
when?
last tuesday afternoon
why?
to buy some thermal socks
how?
with magic beans
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avocado
bobbins
catkin
doggerel
epithet
foghorn
galanthus
haiku
idyll
junket
kipper
lanyard
michaelmas
nymph
oxytocin
pencil
quango
rhubarb
sylphic
typo
u-bend
vole
wanker
xanadu
yeti
ziggurat
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air in a hurry
gusts in a huffy rush
the nobody that frisks us all
even monkish nuns
the to & the fro
of this cosmic egg in flow
currents over seas
the never ending sneezes
east then west
poltergeist-esque
the wheezes & the whispers
of sylphid country cousins
why the flag dances
& slates fly off roofs
why leaves scatter
& hats leave heads
the breezes & the gales
in mister beaufort’s scale
is a scentless flatulence
from the gods’ bottoms
who never follow through
just spin mills
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don’t go wilkos
wilkos – don’t go
your little tea lights
brightened up my winter
your white paint
kept my kitchen shades of
a ghost’s cotton socks
your spinach seeds
sprouted each spring thing
in my humble greenhouse
your triple a-batteries
kept my torch glowing
you birdseed
fed the robins breakfast
your own-brand bonios
kept tails wagging
your tulip bulbs
bloomed in me bed
your memory sticks
stopped me forgetting
your square pegs
fitted in me round holes
my heart’s where
your hardware lies
your tubes of sealant
stopped me cracking up
so don’t go wilkos
wilkos – don’t go
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no, i’m not a natural poet
but i identify as a poet
& i’m saving up
for the surgery
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s hiver little villagers
shudder shuffle gusts
t erraforming roars
tungsten tusk thrusts
o ver battered haddock
operatic dales
r asping phantom raspberries
rides off the ghost train’s rails
m agonia’s revenge
madman weather maps
y es, it’s just beginning
yet the thunder claps
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triple a batteries
the barbary ape of seville
marmalade sunsets
ratatouille dawns
troubadours in transit vans
tomorrow’s toenails
a spare pair of underpants
a second class stamp
a paper teapot
the earless of skegness
hedgehogs in her kisses
babybels – & jacob’s crackers
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east is cracking up
after the cockerel
crows of a morrow
then shells smash
eggs again for breakfast
yolky yokels cheer
here lie the scrambled
like a rubik’s hypercube
so today is poached
or cackles in a pan
or a saucepan’s bubbles
eat what you’re upon
out on a dawn walk
watching the sky
clouds become soldiers
dipping in vitellus
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tiptoes in
crackle static radio
volume up
birdsong on mute
not from russia
but magonia with love
kittens then cats
catch in a bucket
facing the grey
shades of old parrots
kisses down in africa
hard on a humdrum town
so’s track one
peter’s red lament
planes over spain
spiders climbing spouts
listen to the music
of the splosh symphonic
when the sky snarls
like a feral snark
then came the rain
quenching then drenching
dogs upon dogs
fools in cagoules
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