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saturday awning ( a s h i t e k u t e t r a l o g y )
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foxes in copses polecats in pocket watches squashed bugs in blotches piglets in patches crickets in boxing matches bird baths in splashes rat naps in puddles posies in polytunnels bat scraps in rubble still sting in nettles spokes spin in speckled vessels songs sing in kettles ...
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some call it autumn ( s o u n d o v e r s e n s e i n 1 6 l i n e s )
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pastures pop the masterstrokes & chickens pox the coop
answers bop the antelopes & thicken broths the soup
tossers frock the opera cloaks & totters clog the boots
salad tops the ballad notes & fetters slop the sloop
letters speak the envelopes & lepers leap the loop
bubbles squeak the saddle soap & splinters eek the group
uncles seek the antidote & raptors sweep the swoop
easels clean the weasel throats & flutters sweet the flute
rifles link the cycle spokes & idylls chin the chute
trifles dim the idle folk & riddles wink the newt
wobbles spin the fiddled oak & gobbles swim the gloop
spirals sink the over-dotes & wrinkles sync the droop
scuffles scrape the after-notes & passion fakes the fruit
pressure plates the pleasure boats & tractors ape the troupe
terror shakes the horoscopes & laughter wakes the mute
muffles cape the duffel coat & nincom napes the poop
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prophecy broth ( s o m e m y s t i c s m e g )
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when the greenswards grey
seven elves shall eat late may
as the hoarse stoat neighs
then the nose shall spy
herrings mauve & kipper thighs
as the crowbar flies
yet the dexterous flea
perched within the chestnut tree
sings not of your knees
so the bilge shall bark
as the milkmaids face the lark
& the dark aardvarks
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satellites & marmalade ( a b r i e f l i s t p o e m – f a f f n o t f a t )
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parachutes & roller blades passion fruits & boulder clay crested newts & collonades pepper root & shoulder blades northern lights & masquerades water sprites & marinades urbanites & delta ray terabytes & hand grenades tuba toots & overlaid citrus fruits & rotor blades water chutes & escapades muddled boots & motorcades appetites & garden spades farenheits & darker days underwrites & sparse arrays satellites & marmalade ...
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whittles in me pickles ( r h y m e s l a t e 2 0 1 7 )
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pincers crab the apples drizzle spits the spittle feathers fluff the ruffles topples in me skittles whispers witch the cackles yeoman blow the whistles tossers cock the shuttles wingers in me dribbles guessers grasp the grapples fuckers bone the brittle grocers sprout the brussels tingles in me tickles even songs the chapels builders shit the brickle shimmer shims the shuffles swindles in me swivels thunder storms the castles weasels stream the trickles doubters snout the truffles hammers in me sickles burbles squirm the squiggles dabblers dab the dapple winter coats the duffel nibbles in me quibbles dodgers jam the raffel triggers kiss the pistols buskers miss the bustle muddles in me mickles spinners bowl the battles sibyls mist the riddles burbles burst the bubbles whittles in me pickles ...
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plods in frost ( s i x t e e n l i n e s o f s a l t f o r t h e s e a s o n e d )
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the cocks are crows - or so folk say & egg's the head as shell's the lay the snorts are mare & noughts are flossed as autumn's chair it rocks in lofts the bells are bats as cats they stray & scrap's the flaps as bailed's the hay the sun is spun & spurts of toss & mint's the crisp as gobs are sloshed the pen is swans & songs of splay & slurred's the earth as curd's the whey the span has ploughed & shroud's the croft & farmed's the palm as hands are swashed the die is iced & slide's the brae & skimmed's the air as winds they flay the squidge is dead - we've lost the squash it's crunch in tread & plods in frost ...
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trombones ( a t h o u g h t )
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if i pause & then i'm honest i could live without trombones yes, i believe if we're all honest we could live without trombones even those trombonists - & that's their cornucopia no one needs trombones ...
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hoots ( f i v e – s e v e n – f i v e )
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blees you & cashew cuckoo spew & loosened trews kangaroos & shrews ...
