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none of these trees are trees
( a few lines based on a daft idea that’s probably real as well )
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all is not what it seems
none of these trees are trees
no, these trees are drama students
or were before the breeze
changed its course out the blue
as breezes often do
they're compelling yet quite wooden
let not these trees fool you
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thoughts from a field ( some sheet )
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thoughts from a field but nothing much brief ponderings their ilk & such mini-moments thingamy-thinks the fleeting sort ( gone in a blink ) ...
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lost in a forest with a florist ( a tale of true )
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have you ever been lost yes - lost in a forest lost in a forest with a florist called doris or portia or morris who promised you porridge then led you astray so you're lost in a forest ( ? ) ( me too ) ...
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( don’t interrupt ) ( some poetry shit )
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i don't talk to myself in fact i talk to them & they speak back these unseen friends this conversation never ends we cover loads of ground yet only i make sound that's audible to passers-by the nosy sorts & gawping types - ssshh - ...
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licking stamps ( 4 hour read ( offer includes free-nap ) )
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betty swollocks lickin' stamps spring is sticky spring is damp ...
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the red sky at night ( some countryside sheet )
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the red sky at night
chemicals & shite?
dark portents & omens?
( flustered birds take flight)
in the towns there's fright
riots & such like
blind panic runs ragged
( as shepherds delight )
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( strange but true ) ( some stuff )
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aye strange but true like roman roads - oh wait, that's straight it's raining toads upon yon road which is quite strange as ducks on ponds burst into flames this road is bent, it's wind-inclined like hunchback cops the dodgy kind i wander on in lieu of clues or common sense 'tis strange but true ...
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p.s ( some of a poemz )
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the kettle's fucked, the hamster's dead please bring more jam & honey please p.s 'twas i what burnt your shed upon that fateful whitsun-eve ...
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( some call it haiku ) ( 3 lines )
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photosynthesis diplodocus cabbages dodecahedron ...
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how art thou march? ( some march verse)
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how art thou march?
your what's & wheres?
your sharpened ides
& mental hares?
oh daffodils
your frog parades
swollen tulips
& longer days
such dizziness
clean up the mess
flash in the pan?
pan in the flesh
you're shepherding
the new again
there's birdsong but
confusion reigns
( ? )
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