Poetry

as the crowbar flies

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as the crowbar flies ( if in doubt – bother a cousin )

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there is movement in the city

through its streets, pavements & jitties

there are staggers in the valley

where them dawdlers dilly dally


in the town criers are shouting

certain thomas's are doubting

in the woods squirrels are waltzing

as pole vaulters are revolting


there are echos trapped down old wells

as the purists practice old spells

as the tortoises are rushing

& burst sewage pipes are gushing


& then there's a pond on fire

the bogged down stuck in the mire

plus all those missing bits to find

as the crowbar flies

in my mind

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a velcro poemz

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a velcro poemz ( some fuckin’ poetrys or others )

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so come to me like

velcro

roughly mid-arms

elbows

bring me pollen

data

i'll detach it

later



with fuzzy felts &

old hips

post it notes that

won't stick

missing pets &

cold sores

holy grails &

coleslaw



the complete works of

dick'ead

the lost gnomes of

lost sheds

pantomime horse

bridles

magnetic spin

cycles



strange birthday cards from

strangers

antichrists in

mangers

come to me like

velcro

roughly mid-arms

elbows

...

on a candlemas morn

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on a candlemas morn

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i saw the first snowdrops

on a candlemas morn

beside a hedge

of hardy hawthorn


the first of the season

so a nymph blows a horn

inside my head

on a candlemas morn


the flowers not sky flakes

spring teeters - things reborn

sticking out there

like a unicorn


winter still holds the reins

be aware - you've been warned

but snowdrops now

on a candlemas morn

...

a ghost

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a ghost ( a yeah – all this mist doesn’t affect me eithers poemz … )

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the ghost of where?

the ghost of who?

the ghost of maybe

dunno - you?

the ghost of why?

the ghost of how?

which chill does stir? we

tingle now


the ghost of toast?

all ghosts are toast

when busses hit us

we'll be those

we can't give up

the dot-dot-dot

the ghost of hmmm? the

ghost of what?

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town mission

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town mission ( some o’that ‘n’ some o’this )

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yes on a town mission yeah

quite often you will find me

public transport nutter style

for poundland - the library


with mumbles in my jumbles

like the chuckles of my shoe

i'll nip in the museums

then peruse the markets too


( disguised as myself )

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