Poem

instructional

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instructional ( lanoitcurtsni )

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buckle down ‘n’ settle up
spread it like a buttercup
bend the ends & then begin
stir a circle, sip a sup

pressing enter – add a four
dance a rustic rumba or
string a caterwaul in e
ring the bell beside the door

find a spot within the clouds
sleep until the thunder shrouds
storming thoughts upon the sea
laughing as the madding crowds

faraway ‘n’ see below
barking as the breezes crow
blow a sugar paper plane
trace the riddled river’s flow

may contain an onion’s tears
thigh of newt or goblin ears
saturdays ‘n’ thatterways
use before it disappears

light the night ‘n’ kiss a flame
screw the phantom formless frame
with a lightning anchor bolt
play the rest & guess the game

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bonfire nightmare

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bonfire nightmare ( eramthgin erifnob )

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black magic thunder

      shades of the somme

blitz with aplomb

      & the band slayed on

bang, bang, boom

      clangs the clamour & the doom

louder than a thousand

      brian bloody blesseds

sounding it off

      with a million ian paisleys

roman candles pop

      so the crackles snap

jumping jacks reel

      catherine’s in her wheel

sparklers in the garden

      bonfire night

normalzzz umm ‘n’ arrh

      hypnotised by shite

toffee apple twats

      gasp in wanker bobble hats

we’re indoors

      hiding from the wars

shell shocked dog

      cat in a flap

more tea, vicar?

      mister molotov?

penny for the guy?

      here’s a fiver – fuck off

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head over heliotropes

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head over heliotropes ( seportoileh revo daeh )

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beginning in the midlands

the sun behind your eyes

      a stick in the muddle

      a bubble teapot

a pebble in my pocket

speckled like a frog

      in the throat of a stoat

      & another morning floats

as the catkins nap

listen, siskins sing

      the present is a pheasant

      croaking like a toad

the past is pickled onions

& mint choc chip

      mind the bloody gap

      & the jibber-jabber’s trap

the future is a boot

a flutter & a flute

      fly through the shite

      of a deep blue night

reel as a wheel

then the milky way is silky

      the rest is reverie

      & everyone ate cornflakes

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gnomevember

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gnomevember ( rebmevemong )

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shave in early august
& wait three months

’til a beard appears
like your jesus in al-qaeda

shrink like a doctor
by at least five feet

wear a pointy hat
toil the autumn soil

shapes within the air
shifting like a cryptid

bulbs beneath the bleak
guard the sleeping garden

speak an elfin tongue
with a pygmy-pixie accent

smoke a giant pipe
toking like a pope

ruddy up your face
with rosy red blusher

spot the falling leaves
see the decomposure

fish beside the pond
’til the water freezes over

dance until december
have a happy gnomevember

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