Poetry

a stormy spell

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s hiver little villagers

shudder shuffle gusts

t erraforming roars

tungsten tusk thrusts

o ver battered haddock

operatic dales

r asping phantom raspberries

rides off the ghost train’s rails

m agonia’s revenge

madman weather maps

y es, it’s just beginning

yet the thunder claps

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also included

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triple a batteries

the barbary ape of seville

marmalade sunsets

ratatouille dawns

troubadours in transit vans

tomorrow’s toenails

a spare pair of underpants

a second class stamp

a paper teapot

the earless of skegness

hedgehogs in her kisses

babybels – & jacob’s crackers

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eggs again for breakfast

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east is cracking up
after the cockerel

crows of a morrow
then shells smash

eggs again for breakfast
yolky yokels cheer

here lie the scrambled
like a rubik’s hypercube

so today is poached
or cackles in a pan

or a saucepan’s bubbles
eat what you’re upon

out on a dawn walk
watching the sky

clouds become soldiers
dipping in vitellus

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then came the rain

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tiptoes in
crackle static radio

volume up
birdsong on mute

not from russia
but magonia with love

kittens then cats
catch in a bucket

facing the grey
shades of old parrots

kisses down in africa
hard on a humdrum town

so’s track one
peter’s red lament

planes over spain
spiders climbing spouts

listen to the music
of the splosh symphonic

when the sky snarls
like a feral snark

then came the rain
quenching then drenching

dogs upon dogs
fools in cagoules

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the flying fish hypothesis

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are some u.f.o’s
shoals of flying fish?

glistening in the sun
shimmers beneath the moon

fish scales are shiny
like an egghead’s head

so we might see twinkles
like a little star

sparkles up above
another fine puzzle?

maybe it’s just starlings
& the rest is done with mirrors

cheeky murmurations
hoodwinking us all?

or a thieving flock
of magpies with foil

catching the light?
we might spy a glimpse

of a mundane monday
plodding on – on earth

’til we see the brightness
mystery ahoy –

cripes, did you see that?
what the eff was that?

ess an effing brick
effing hell with bells on

flamin’ ruddy nora
jeepers flippin’ christ

call the r.a.f
& the local paper

all the lamestream slags
the invasion has begun

would be the response
back once more

fooled again by tricksters
from the animal kingdom

( ? )

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