Poetry

turnaround burns the ground

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turnaround the burns the ground ( dnuorg eht snrub dnuoranrut )

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logs upon the ocean
shits within the night
singing songs of freedom
’til the buggers bite

once a soulful soldier
salted like the earth
now the fallen crawling
in the normalzzz dearth

pounded by the $cience
blinded by the dark
stumbles in the dungeon
lost without a spark

fragment of a former
formless like a ghost
you’re tomorrow’s breakfast
yesterday is toast

so, y’ choose the needle
bending then the knee
people branded cattle
podded like a pea

puppet of the weasels
bots within y’ brain
once a shade of human
never since again
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h a i k u s

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h a i k u s ( s u k i a h )

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h awthorn hornets horn

helicopter happenstance

horus’s horseshoes

a niseed axis

apocalyptic anus

apple avenues

i bex icicles

iridescent incubi

in between igloos

k ittiwakes kissing

kaleidoscopic karma

kangaroos kayak

u nsung unicorns

uzbekistani uncles

ultraviolet urns

s auropod songbook

semolina semaphore

sonic saucisson

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microdosing not dossing

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microdosing not dossing ( gnissod ton gnisodorcim )

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woodland wanderings

sucking on a murray mint

      or a lemon sherbert

      ’til the temptress tingles

two spoons of sugar

in a milky mug of tea

      a whiff of hibiscus

      the brush of a nettle

dustings of doc leaves

& whispering codes

      licking the backs

      of natterjack toads

the crystalline grains

of the seven seas’ salt

      the upturned tip

      of attis’ cap

tipex flashback’s

from the clearasil years’

      swigs from a flagon

      of fizzing ginger beer

little sips of calpol

drips of acid rain

      dancing on the tongue

      as we face the day’s dung

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topic on …

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topic on … ( … no picot )

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glass man syndrome

the second punic war

pewter utensils

wednesday afternoon

peppermint creams

the secret moons of venus

tuesday teatime

sub-atomic particles

mayfly in june

avocado toast

gestating gerbils

colonel mustard’s cress

troughs upon upland

toothpaste stains

banquo’s goat

& the battle of jutland

( in no particular order )

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mid-july’s musings

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mid-july’s musings ( sgnisum s’yluj-dim )

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sing within this mirror land’s
inner-state of flux
rivers shrinking like a quack
– not the stuff of ducks

see the normalzzz spawn emerge
spot the tourists lark
where are they in january
when it’s cold & dark?

hiding like a hidden hand
sucking crumbs of bread
then the tossers barbecue
feast upon the dead

when the garden’s eden-esque
& the thicket’s thick
marmalade’s this snaring air
where the wicket’s stick

night is lurking like a nonce
creeping by the daze
but the hawks & raptors soar
catching gamma rays

buddleia’s a flame again
butterflies – a moth
summer weaves, the woodland heaves
’til she buggers off
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