Poetry

scraps, maps & missives

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scraps, maps & missives ( sevissim & spam ,sparcs )

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pen of pencil sharpeners

should the moon permit

       soon is pickled in a jar

       yesterday’s tomorrow

colanders & calendars

so gather scatter cushions

      ’til the roman roads

      curve like space-time

spittle meets the sun

rainbows stuck in traffic’s jam

      tangled as the brambles

      of next week’s daydream

ants ‘n’ ammonites

cotton socks ‘n’ jacobites

      spring is heeled like jack

      jumping roof to roof

face a pheasant’s brace

death is television

      evil’s mediocrity

      & cucumbers in fridges

this is not the song

a woodcock in a wood would sing

      like a fucking trooper

      in h-flat major

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down on the bot farm

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down on the bot farm ( marf tob eht no nwod )

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up before up
dawn does not compute

water fake faces
glowing on the pastures

digital chickens
lay them little eggs

sing in algorithms
gather in a bastard

or an inter’s net
spodding on inside

down on the bot farm
under darker clouds

plough for new identities
while we dream

milk the weasel teats
of the sleepless codes

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under cuckoo clocks in flight

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under cuckoo clocks in flight ( thgilf ni skcolc ookcuc rednu )

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little disc shaped eggs
in the hayloft of the barn
when the shootings stop

soon the hatchlings coo
parents spinning back & forth
frequent, these mealtimes

feed ’em earthworms
pellets from an air rifle
small balls of play-doh

marzipan & chips
twitch ’em with binoculars
r.s.p.b this

in an anorak
or a shower proof cagoule
spring is sprung abound

what a vernal sight
under cuckoo clocks in flight
clay pigeons nesting

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as the buzzards hum

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as the buzzards hum ( muh sdrazzub eht sa )

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fog beyond the frost
floating in the frozen so
toes ‘n’ fingers crossed

spin the greening leas
uppercut ‘n’ chin the hills
with a creeping breeze

wellingtons in time
’til the moon is afternoon
with a weathered rhyme

striding like a list
feather quill a better still
sun behind the mist

ticking closer – come
rocking chair a boxing hare
as the buzzards hum

’til the teasels stir
& a springing lamb is sprang
as the catkins purr

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drifting a partridge

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drifting a partridge ( egdirtrap a gnitfird )

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cousin of the quail
– the feathered sort
so not the prozzers

spouse of the grouse
catch
a weaving breeze

fields become oceans
be that
magic plank

pastures waving on
paper planes
& grass plains

floating
over clover
( further still yet further )

brother of the pheasant
go
from where the pear tree grows

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mist opportunities

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mist opportunities ( seitinutroppo tsim )

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water vapour wraiths

twist a greyer dragon’s tail

shifting shapes of apes

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faces frown a smile

when ganesh is speckled breath

sit upon a stile

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in a sodden lea

seek the greener grails of vales

watch the lottery

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by the river’s bend

see the milkman floating so

hespero’s a friend

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tentacles & horns

dancing as the owls retreat

then the morning dawns

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clouds upon the ground

spinning with the river’s hymn

sing without a sound

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