Poems

rock ‘n’ roll poem

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rock ‘n’ roll poem ( meop llor ‘n’ kcor )

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rock ‘n’ roll a rockin’

& i’m rollin’ alright

with my rock ‘n’ roll sugar

on a saturday night

driving rollin’ wheels

& i’m feeling rockin’ great

with my rock ‘n’ roll honey

coz it’s nineteen fifty eight

roll a rock a rollin’

underneath a rockin’ star

with a rock ‘n’ roll quiff

& a rock ‘n’ roll guitar

rock a rock a rollin’

like a rollin’ rockin’ horse

or a cabbage in the attic

on a rockin’ chair – of course

rock ‘n’ roll a rollin’

in a twenty twenty one

rockin’ & a rollin’

but my memory has gone

in a rockin’ nursing home

with my long bald hair

& my long dead baby

but we just don’t care

( yeah )

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without forgetting

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without forgetting ( gnittegrof tuohtiw )

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pandora’s lunchbox

sinking sand witches

weather map scrapbook

hairy backdoor key’s

hares from mountains

fountains & pens

phantom handkerchiefs

world wardrobe three

peas for the planet

silver bulletins

paper plane tickets

pickled pepper seeds

waterproof sea salt

shroedinger’s catkins

black dog biscuit tin

hammocks & napkins

magic flute glasses

mister kipling’s capes

cloaking devices

songs in a cycle

lucky hen toothbrush

greensward swordmanship

hence excalibur

& no corona passport

( wankers )

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instead

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instead ( daestsni )

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sun shined bright
in the riddle of the night

humpty dumpty fell
on a bed of pheasant feathers

effigies unfroze
& danced with garden gnomes

shooting stars sped
to the universe’s edge

cattle ate butchers
peasants ate cake

pandas had an orgy
pies ate georgy porgy

rivers ran backwards
flowing from the sea

roses sniffed noses
& the bus missed me
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spin absentia

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spin absentia ( aitnesba nips )

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i ink of you & whisper
a phantom in the head
of mucus, snot ‘n’ sputum
& winter daze in bed

a doze upon the sofa
beneath a tartan rug
a candle in the darkness
the snugness of a bug

the bright beyond the funnel
a flutter in the night
a star afore the dawning
a viral sprite of light

the papers say you’ve vanished
but i believe in you
the cousin of corona
my cold old friend – the flu

perhaps you found shamballah?
or bought a house on mars?
a neighbour of lord lucan?
i wonder where you are

a roaming in the gloaming
upon the hills & flat
a sylph in evening’s aether
or else the tests are shat
( ? )
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swan upmanship

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swan upmanship ( pihsnampu naws )

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this is not a story

i’m still dodging normies

holes in the soles

of my lockdown shoes

orthopaedic stylee

cancel me like wiley

shaking fists at phantoms

& tangents in clouds

’til the daze is gravy

& this lemon’s hazy

shower in the bath

breathe without a mask

plodding like a donkey

music in the wrong key

muses snoozing zeds

pencils in me lead

oh, the road is bendy

after twenty twenty

owls in me frog mouth

up north has gone south

earth is a loony

under the moony

scribbles in the bin

sing another songbook

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( author notes / quotes )

” mad is bad. bad is good “

( j.g ballard, kingdom come )

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beat drop

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beat drop ( pord taeb )

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oh, my broken timelord hearts
syncopate within the dark

of a great sink hole
in the riddle of the kitchen

that appeared overnight
like a hogshead on the doormat

from a little village weasel
jealous of my quill

yet the earth is still an egg
& the morning breeze is blearing

there’s a snare within this air
& a sound around the bushes

yes, there’s a rhythm in the styx
of these bean greenswards

so the music muddles through
with a wonky song for you
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