Poem

as the crowbar flies

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as the crowbar flies ( if in doubt – bother a cousin )

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there is movement in the city

through its streets, pavements & jitties

there are staggers in the valley

where them dawdlers dilly dally


in the town criers are shouting

certain thomas's are doubting

in the woods squirrels are waltzing

as pole vaulters are revolting


there are echos trapped down old wells

as the purists practice old spells

as the tortoises are rushing

& burst sewage pipes are gushing


& then there's a pond on fire

the bogged down stuck in the mire

plus all those missing bits to find

as the crowbar flies

in my mind

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a velcro poemz

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a velcro poemz ( some fuckin’ poetrys or others )

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so come to me like

velcro

roughly mid-arms

elbows

bring me pollen

data

i'll detach it

later



with fuzzy felts &

old hips

post it notes that

won't stick

missing pets &

cold sores

holy grails &

coleslaw



the complete works of

dick'ead

the lost gnomes of

lost sheds

pantomime horse

bridles

magnetic spin

cycles



strange birthday cards from

strangers

antichrists in

mangers

come to me like

velcro

roughly mid-arms

elbows

...