Poem

frost property

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frost property  (  ytreporp storf  )

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a yawn of fog & out the yard

the daze is dark, the moon is starred

as mountaineers

we face the blear

the puddles - rocks, the river's hard


the grass is stone - a crunch is heard

a groan of bone but not a bird

is hymning in

this misted dim

us idiots are undeterred


we slug a trudge - the dog & me

as winters limbs are doddery

when penguins prance

& mammoths dance

a rummage in frost property


as poets squawk of summer's gold

as circles churn - this song is old

a frozen roam

& then back home

the kettle calls - it's fuckin' cold

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i am a mirror

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i am a mirror  (  rorrim a ma i  )

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whistle in the breeze's sneezes

plod the streets as pots a simmer

in this piffle, spittle village

ghosts are floating post to pillar


phantoms flim upon the cobbles

tits & titters in the litter

hunger drums & weasels scuttle

feast on meat - it's death for dinner


muck is spreading in the butchers

irk the scourge of little shitters

adders flapping in the taverns

every cunt's a curtain twitcher


words are turds but birds are feathered

black sunshine upon a river

bells are ringing, saturn's singing

glimmer this - i am a mirror

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a teacher & a pupil

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a teacher & a pupil  (  lipup a & rehcaet a  )

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a teacher & a pupil

the apples in y' strudel

the doodles of y' noodle

& the shoes

upon y' shit


a crumble in the oven

a lover & a cousin

the mass that blacks the coven

& a dungeon

in a pit


a riddle in a scribble

a scribble in a riddle

a pygmy in the middle

& the spittle

in y' spit


a plaster & a bandage

the sand within y' sandwich

the fleas & flows of language

that's poetry

- that's it

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to do in feb

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to do in feb  (  bef ni od ot  )

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walk the dog as catkins naps

trudge the cusp of blossoming


spot a crocus in the snow

feel the breeze of winter's sting


prance the dance of daffodils

jig with pixies in a ring


sweeten tea as serpents stir

bird the blurs & sing til spring

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spitting dusk

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spitting dusk  (  ksud gnittips  )

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the thicket bristles in the wood

as ghosts are gloaming in the leas

a muffle in the scheme of things

as breezes hum & ruffle trees


the grasses whisper in chinese

& chatter through the afternoon

until the fly that hovers spies

a sunken sun, a rising moon


& sitting in a sodden ditch

within the still - a poet harks

the tooting sounds, a screeching copse

& hoots abound - the owls are larks


so scribble i with squinting eyes

i'm spitting dusk in dimming light

i'm scrawling on as supper calls

i wave the day & kiss the night

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thinking caps

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thinking caps  (  spac gnikniht  )

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left or right?

sky or down?

night or day?

beige or brown?


sleep or dream?

land or sea?

frost or thaw?

wasp or bee?


bark or bite?

black or red?

light or dark?

heart or head?


smile or cheese?

cheek or turn?

stick or twig?

kiss or spurn?


cooks or broth?

tin or can?

books or worms?

spick or span?


hills or moles?

clogs or shoes?

cats or dogs?

voles or shrews?


vale or tor?

hot or cold?

ticks or crabs?

brass or gold?


sun or moon?

run or hide?

thinking caps

- you decide -

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