Poetry

the gaps between the trees

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bend another then
the colour of your elbows
is turning in vernal

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shades of vivaldi
his pizzas & hotels
or the winter of your mind

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the gaps between the trees
where the birds bristle
the mistle thrush & robin

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hoods on & hats down
in the cellar’s cool
cucumber harvest

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festival fare
maidens & morris men
parsnips & panpipes

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bursting big cloudy
lemonade bubbles
up from below

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fibre in each flex
limbs & begin
when forever’s floating

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odd liver oil

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unmatching socks

      a hermitage indoors

up before the early birds

      unjibby-jabbed

wobbles with each step

      safety in numberless

solo jaunts

      coffee stained brain

scattergraph that

      cheese & pickle cobwebs

best before last century

      like everything else

library lover

      but under no yoke

claudine fork that

     thoughtforms spur

bursts of brighter dawns

      & mizzle in the midlands

excalibur

      is a poundland pen

when is then now

      i am not a cow

hazier than daisy

     let the bellends knell

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b e l l e n d s

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b est selling authors, bbc stars
bafta award winning
e dgelord poets, estate agent wrong’uns
e-thots & their simps
l agered up lads, local councillers
local arts councils
l ottery winners, loads of sport
leaders of nations
e co signallers, everything is politics
extroverted everyone
n ormies, news readers
​​ nincompoop troofers
d odgy officials – deleting our comments
death cults of climate change
s onnet composers, shit posting nobodies
servants of acrostica

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