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what was your last meal?
do your elbows go blue too?
is god a chaffinch?
…
( author notes )
thoughts & prayers go out
to all the poor, poor victims
of this horrifically tragic haiku
… hashtag stay brave
…
…
what was your last meal?
do your elbows go blue too?
is god a chaffinch?
…
( author notes )
thoughts & prayers go out
to all the poor, poor victims
of this horrifically tragic haiku
… hashtag stay brave
…
…
osogoth norris
oxbow jenkins
peony stevensley
mike brassica
borage smithton
nathan in a cable car
clive of the greenswards
bugonia joneson
aztec gavin
marina cobwebs
arthur codswallop
& your shadow
…
…
meeting king midas
after he’s just had a wazz
& not washed or dried
…
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five fat chaffinches
chariots of fireflies
motorway jam sets
~
ice cream vangelis
episodic bird scarers
ruffle your crow’s feet
~
pan is a panda
valkyries in waxed bikinis
aspidistra this
~
climate cult sirens
fruit cake bots in green jackboots
grey day afternoons
~
hedgehog holidays
scrumping blueberry moonbeams
splendiferous shite
~
hosepipe hosiery
rumplestiltskin’s swingball serve
is a hunchback hand
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matsuo basho
is hiding in the pantry
behind the freezer
…
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jerusalem soup
roast beowulf plus trimmings
jabberwocky cake
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twelve flymos droning
eleven bullocks chasing
ten tarquins blocking roads
nine wankers glamping
eight cornettos melting
seven welly wangers
six gingers burning
five wasp stings
four bursting bangers
three love bites
two farmer’s wives
& a cuckoo in a peach tree
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( author notes )
we wish you a merry summer
we wish you a merry summer
we wish you a merry summer
& a happy new autumn
– ho, ho, ho
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spongiform sundays
paper planes & cartoon moons
a pop tart sandwich
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the wheels on the bus
of the rail replacement service
go round & round – when
the unions put their foot down
until the traffic lights
turn blue for a change
as that cosmic trickster
is a constant spanner
as the sails on the boats
waiting for the isobars
to clash like a martian
in a red spacesuit
in between gusts
settle like the dust
onto the cobwebs
inside your nan’s knickers
so the wings of the planes
of origami airlines
fly like a crane
or a scrumpled ball of paper
into the recycling bin
of back to the drawing board
until that effing drawing board
is reinvented
…
…
i’ve been to b&m
& bought a bag of birdseed
every other breakfast
is a teatime in disguise
elvis lives
in your uncle’s secret hayloft
a teaspoon of honey
instead of sugar
ninety nine percent
of poets have piles
ten of your go on some mores
is four country miles
the capital of egypt
is actually e
cairo is a city
& not in fact a letter
showerproof cagoules
do eff all in a cloudburst
eight percent of astronauts
have ian as their middle name
joan of bloody arc
never jumped the queue in farmfoods
the loch ness monster
sometimes lurks in the serpentine
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