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phil collins owns
the world’s largest collection
of pencil sharpeners
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Poetry
music trivia nerd at large
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the original drummer
in roxy music was
the ghost of isaac newton
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londonistan is burning
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our great fire
who art from pudding lane
hallowed be thy flame
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five more contradictions
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though the fat bastard
fasted half the hungry week
while the unsung heroine
modestly sang of her greatness
oh, yet the gobby mime artiste
never fhut the suck up
now the breeze from the south
is colder than a northerly
but the oxymoron seemed
quite bright in conversation
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this isn’t
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a letter from
the attic of
your long, lost uncle
a song about
your country cousin’s
chicken casserole
another of those
alt-accounts
( beware the many bots )
the reason why
it’s blue above
& no, not grey today
a diatribe
uncontacted
& ranting in the wilds
dear reader of
each clattering
this isn’t haiku or
an ode to
a pygmy shrew
nor a carrion crow
oh,
even though
it may seem so
sometimes the cuckoo lies
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( a quick look at the headlines )
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maverick limerick writer
adds an extra sixth line
penner of great epics
only wrote a paragraph
nonsense verse disperser bought
a gravy train ticket
haiku enthusiast
could explode, say experts
the clout what writes those couplets
learnt to count to three
love sonnet composer
still quilling on the loose
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& a cat with eyebrows?
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martian men invade earth
come the week ahead?
so tomorrow’s crumpets?
yesterday’s brown bread?
saladin & mothman
in your garden shed?
guinivere & danu
underneath my bed?
as the sun is singing
songs around the moon
bats above us gliding
of an afternoon
four & twenty mute swans
talking to the dead?
& a cat with eyebrows?
possibly, she said
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al17-7
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perhaps with a scratch
on a scrambled egghead
in a phantom passage
bricked like the it
when we see our own ghost
yet the tawny owl hoots
while the what’s unaware
like a climate changeling
with bright blue hair
in green jackboots
so the song is a swan
& this desk is his nest
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at the end of each sentec
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the pen keeps runnin
as if by magi
at the end of each sentec
in spite of what is written dow
once more out of in
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confused joke
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a funny man walked into
a funny happenstance
on the way to the doctor
– doctor – knock, knock – who’s
there to change a lightbulb
( ? )
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resarf poetry 