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one man band split ( a true tale )
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all bands bicker we did indeed but musically always agreed yet all too soon the songs went shite the one fan died time to take flight new horizons solo careers no comebacks here thanks for those years my one man band has seen its days i've split & gone - our separate ways - ( ? ) ...
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the month of feb ( some feb shat )
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the month of feb or so we're led each day's a maze follow that thread winter's not dead yet spring's ahead celeriac & roses red rising like bread as siblings wed six fingered hands things still inbred so on we tread with muddled heads soon new plans hatch the month of feb ...
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midas piss ( some contemporary pastoral bollocks )
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the morn is gold as midas piss then palpitate our minds are fish among the air on land - on feet the sky's still blue but bird song's sweet like irn bru so hit them fields or so to speak the earth too feels as thoughts they drip the many leaks monsters still lurk there in the deep but fuck that wank feel free to swear there's no way that ma nature cares she made this shit - oh look, a swift with stuff they've nicked for you - a gift then thereupon our footpath green a clover grows with leaves thirteen so lucky us truly we're blessed this scenery fills in the rest ...
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no i.d ( er … ) ( some distorted truths & a bit o’ shit too )
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i'm santa claus on easter day the king is dead - confusion reigns i'm lazarus punch drunk in may so giz a hug - embrace the strange the myth of self or so they say these sequences the gods arrange those silly games that men must play so now i'm you what's in a name ( ? ) ...
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( coming soon ) ( a poemz )
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when meteors & solar flares they blast the earth sans thought or care when robots rage their robot war against mankind but not before when viruses spread free with ease the drugs can't work the air's diseased when all is fucked a cure is found for poetry as london drowns - so stick around - ...
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mars ( 4 lines for y’minds )
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once there was an ancient war now it's barren evermore twinkle twinkle planet mars named after the god of bars ...
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little rhymes ( a brief poetrys )
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i'm partial to the little rhymes some say they're little ditty rhymes some say they're fucking shitty rhymes ( & now it's gone - in little time ) ...
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startled by sparkles ( some o’that ( y’twat ) )
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i'm startled by sparkles
as gargoyles they gargle
as martha & arnold
they marvel at parcels
as garden gnomes garble
& bones dance in charnels
i'm startled by sparkles
now where are
my marbles
( ? )
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hoots ( some shit for sunday )
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the ape interface - knobbly knees the rustles of the branchy trees the secrets snails that race with speed as stomachs crave what bakers knead yes shades of gravy here indeed quite varied as the air we breathe this bracken english talk we speak yes - life's all blurred it's chalky-cheese ...
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rambler invasion
( well, they aren’t gone, & here must i remain ( a true tale ) )
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with o.s maps around their necks
& yes - a knapsack on their back
with foil-wrapped sandwiches inside
an apple & a thermos flask
they swarm through fields as locusts do
great torrents on ye old foothpaths
we hide then ask the skies for whys
the sky just sighs & then turns black
the dog & i are terrified
we only came out for a walk
we've large groups 'round here before
but surely this time - this means war
so we're to be invaded then
as if i squint they're mongol hordes
here come the rambler forces now
look - thousands of 'em
marching forth
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resarf poetry 