Poem

dilithmofu

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dilithmofu ( may contain traces of code & ropy verse scrambles )

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cats in mudflaps, dogs up trees

alphabets swarm - abc

murky waters - thoughts aint free

( wreckage is drifting )



cheese in holes & voles on heat

9152 - chicken feet

cobwebs, scrolls & ferry tolls

( stirred serpents hissing )



knobbly gnarls, barking trees

odd socks hiding within keys

as glib mirth giggles with glee

( hope it is wishing )



soul harvest fest - muddled sleet

spying glasses, bogged down peat

ankle biters - eat my sheet

( username missing )

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that undercoat

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that undercoat ( a sunday story that’s only 1 day too late )

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god planned to paint over

the white cliffs of dover

magnolia - maybe ( ? )

or else sumit mauver ( ? )


or fluorescent tartan ( ? )

as white is quite spartan

that undercoat stayed though

let this true tale hearten

( all )

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upon addressing a rumour

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upon addressing a rumour ( some verse )

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dear utter shite

your wagging tongues

your poppycock

phenomenon

oh waspish ways

once i was stung

i felt it then

stop slinging dung



you need to feed

your stinking guts

- the gullible -

on them you must

'tis piffle-wank

no ifs or buts

so fuck yourself

thence suck thy nuts

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balls

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balls ( some balls-verse )

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balls, balls

it's all just balls

oh slimy crystals

yards & walls

balls, balls

leather on cork

& twats called jack

they're in your court


balls, balls

a bouncy spell

rubber, pig bladder

fucking hell

( yes )

balls, balls

& cheesy smells

so probably

bollocks as well

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crackin’ in

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crackin’ in ( coz rhymes can be free too )

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crackin' up?

crackin' in

tentacles

pack it in


kraken yous

natterjack

bubblewrap

cul-de-sacs


toad on road

air pockets

soothsayers

eye sockets


portents here

bubble burst

stub a toe

ow - that hurts


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phone a friend?

make one up

be a bee

sup, sup, sup


wear a face

don a gown

i've seen her

around town


vanishings

stroke an ear

candlemas

disappear


turnip wars

piffle vest

sandwiches

( bless this mess )

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crafted by hand

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crafted by hand ( some truths & out the other one )

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all of these poems

are crafted by hand

no fancy machines

as it's art - isan


but just who is anne?

you misunderstand

no robotic prods

just shat pen - that's grand


as birds boss the skies

as sheep graze the land

one scribbles on sheets

shit riddles of man


it's bespoke ( of course )

all part of the plan

so don't knock this wank

'twas crafted by hand

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a cloudless sky

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a cloudless sky ( disturbing sheet indeed )

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a cloudless sky

where have they gone?

just clueless blue

something is wrong


the sun dial smiles

yet can't explain

this lack of shade

this lack of rain


perhaps the clouds

last stormy night

fell out with god

then went on strike


thence huffed their way

behind the moon

to hide a while

( ? )

please come back soon

( x )

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