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pavements, plates, walls

cups, mugs

or eggshells

…

…

some hills were mole hills
when the moles were bigger

when the eyes of crickets
were the size of cricket balls

we were titans then
even the midgets & pygmies

britain was tropical – humid
yet no one drove an s.u.v

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…

a niseed annals

anoraks aplenty

u ndead unicorns

ubiquitous umbrellas

t offee apple teeth

ten thousand owls

u pland under umbra

unsung uncles

m izzle misted mondays

moribund maples

n osedive novelties

net-zero nob’eads

a ntlered apparitions

adders asleep

l izards & lillies

luminescent limboland

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…

soldier dip holders

for runny yolk folks

poultry ovum goblets

a shell for a shell

chicken period chalices

cackleberry vessels

chuck roe mugs

humpty dumpty cannikins

poussin spawn containers

nursing earth-shaped offerings

or easter beakers

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…

george & the soros’s – suffer litter insects

november’s ghost – batten up them rafters

stone cold david austin – arrive, sniff roses, leave

back before october – even evensong

december’s embers – relight my firewall

black currant queen – seven seas of ribena

the be at les – lo vemed o

phillip & the schofields – super-injunction blues

s-club shit sandwich – taste the spillage

d.j tinitus – peaks around noon now…

dodgy culvert – chicken shite river

simply red herrings – old oak amber gems

matt & the hancocks – midazolam massacre

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& cotton buds

& woollen hats

& farriers

& flapping bats

& calendars

& cavalcades

& colanders

& orangeade

& waitresses

& winter gloves

& turpentine

& turtle doves

& terraces

& terrapins

& topiary

& dorsal fins

& snorkelers

& summer nights

& samurai

& stalactites

& traffic lights

& roundabouts

& butter balls

& brussel sprouts

& falconry

& lemon trees

& liquorice

& memories

& marmosets

& marching bands

& pickled eggs

& ampersands

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even in the even’

after afternoon

      sooner than you shrink

      thinking of atoms

splitting like pyjamas

sleeping in banana skins

      ants in the pants

      of the breath we catch

twenty two starlings

murmurations, baby

      sweetcorn & carrots

      dangle like icicles

tricycles, bicycles

spin the unspoken

      nodes in a notebook

      the train is like a brain

streams between spanners

& bolts from the stable

      courses for horses

      & waves on the see

where the air turned

is back before back

      scratch another itch then

      with a phoenix feather

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