Poetry

the lord’s prayer ( 2021 n.p.c remix )

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the lord’s prayer ( 2021 n.p.c remix ) ( ximer c.p.n 1202 )

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our masked father
who art a potato
rainbow be thy skin

thy swill be dung
thy kingdom cunt
on earth as it is on twatter

jab us this day
our daily booster
& blame us all
for climate change

as we destroy those
who scramble our circuitry

in the name
of the sacred syringe
key workers – so no bloody poets
& the green recycled jackboots

for god is a they-them scientists
who dyes their pubes turquoise
on the big pharma gravy train
forever & ever

amen

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how do you sleepwalk?

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how do you sleepwalk? ( ?klawpeels uoy od woh )

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rabid badger man

mister blobby’s cousin

      one sock puppet short

      of a baker’s dozen

maker of mutations

darkness is the light

      in the arse-crack

      of y’ tunnel-vision 

arwen blew

but the blustering is you

      breakers on the sea

      in a mug of rosie lee

pointing sticky fingers

at the clean unclean

      too many cocks

      soiling the broth

sniffles on the snooze

so christ’s on ‘is bike

      ring-a-ring-a-roses

      – mask psychosis

under howling moons

how do you sleepwalk?

      feet in sync

      with the wicked rhyme of time

( ??????? )

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dyslexic facts

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dyslexic facts ( stcaf cixelsyd )

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hell hath no fury

like a wombat scorned

hominids squawk

upon two legs

all roads lead to romford

parrots help us see

in the ruddy dark

the morning sun’s a starling

breakfast starts the data stream

one plus one is toodleooh

meat is murmur or myrtle

cats have nine livers

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don’ts & do’s

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don’ts & do’s ( s’od & st’nod )

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never play leapfrog

with a triceratops

      dust away the cobwebs

      or eat the yellow snow

so an old gosling

honking on a millpond

      stopped & told me so

      once upon a wednesday

never grow a top knot

they’re an n.p.c antennae

      connected to the mainframe

      beaming in the shite

badger on backwards

irk the scourge of weasels

      only talk to strangers

      if they’re in the mirror

never love the dirges

of bloody insta-poets

      angst in their pants

      raking in the cash

bee an individual

tell the hive – buzz off

      serve with steamed greens

      don’t let the buggers bite

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the internet

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the internet ( tenretni eht )

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the internet’s a troubadour
a storm trooper & a troll

the internet’s the biggest shill
in digital christendom

the internet’s a succubus
a geisha & a geek

the internet has seen you shave
y’ hairy arse & ankles

the internet’s a fire
a liar & lamia

the internet’s a parsnip
a portal & a star ship

the internet lures children
with rainbow lollipops

the internet’s a baiter
a beta & a bleep

the internet’s the shepherd
of all the jabber’s sheep

the internet’s a he-she
a zee & thingamee

the internet’s a karen
an andrew & a darren

the internet’s a cloud
a shrine & evening’s shroud

the internet’s alive
& kicking like a jackboot

the internet’s the ghoul
( divide the tribes & spool )

the internet’s a ghost
a shadow in the corner

the internet is not a friend
but never forgets a birthday

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oh, my bloody rose

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oh, my bloody rose ( esor ydoolb ym ,ho )

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heaven made the sweetest devon maid
that a ragged wrongun i had seen
so the lutes & flutes of cupid played
i – a score & seven – you fifteen

but the grass was green in gloucestershire
then a wedding – when the law allowed
i, a builder – you, a prozzer dear
so your former parent’s disavowed

killing first when i were doing bird
after pinching pallets of a night
then a second shared, a screaming third
nine or more & shovelled under sight

murder then – the horses ‘gainst the shore
death, the sleepless nectar in the cup
’til the coppers knocked upon the door
then forensics dug the garden up

curtains then the journalists attack
skeletons arising like a sun
crows above us climbed the skyward’s black
singing songs of headless kingdom come

but the span of love is not a spree
as it ends & shit then hits the fan
’tis the blooming spark of ever-be
you inside – & i – the hanging man

writing of the reddish day’s again
dozing bones in sheets of silent soil
dancing in the petrichoral rain
bleeding ink beyond the portal’s coil

finger thoughts of i within your cell
picture me if myra’s in y’ bed
’til we fuck again in freezing hell
kisses, mrs. west – a phantom fred

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square one – wander on

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square one – wander on ( no rednaw – eno erauqs )

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square one – wander on
swans upon a signet’s song
ringing in within

ringing in within
where the air is salad cream
all is butter dream

all is butter dream
balls ‘n’ all – the branches bear
unbitten by bugs

unbitten by bugs
bark beneath a darker moon
spin the garden’s swoon

spin the garden’s swoon
never nettles sting my skin
’til the crocus croak

’til the crocus croak
so the focus fuzzes there
square one – wander on

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