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welly wang ( a ? )
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eels in cable cars jesus christ the poltergeist badger mutations ...
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welly wang ( a ? )
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eels in cable cars jesus christ the poltergeist badger mutations ...
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an abandoned poem ( a p o e m )
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an abandoned poem no poetry stirs just letter impressions where once there were words perhaps it was madness? perhaps they're all dead or fire breathing gypsies & that's why they fled? an abandoned poem no owls here or ghosts or overgrown ivy on pillars nor posts perhaps it was sadness or wolves prowled along then feasted all meaning oh, what here went wrong? an abandoned poem with i on my own the dust here is quiet i want to go home so hurry now hurry leave this place untold & when you reach safety then tell not a soul ...
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i hope they have solvents in heaven ( a p o e m )
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oh i hope they have solvents in heaven
real tipex & super-strength glue
the kind where one sniff
sweeps us off in its bliss
oh i hope they do - as do you
oh i hope they have catnip in heaven
& calpol & tixylix-plus
to soften them lulls
as things might get quite dull
oh dear lord, have you thought of us
( ? )
oh i hope they have dossin' in heaven
just fuck all & knockin' around
like daytime t.v
which i love ( secretly )
as well as them saints, shrouds & clouds
& there best be no churches in heaven
if heaven in name's worth its worth
we went through that shite
back when we were alive
to get here - keep that shit on earth
( please )
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oi … ( a 5 – 7 – 5 t h i n g )
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dearest 'special' man with irridecent ankles your toast is burning ...
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the sheet here ( a p o e t r y )
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forests indoors & storms in our heads fields in our straw barns & gardens in sheds cobwebs on tongues & spiders in scrawls bees not in bonnets but headscarves & shawls ants in our pants our huffs & our rasps stubbled these palms are so muddled our grasps clues say dunno it's any sod's guess this is the sheet here so add your own mess ...
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some call it plagiarism ( a p o e m )
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blink at blank pages on the off-chance when your eyes open then they're not blank poems can tah-dah - suddenly there writ in an instant oh but from where ( ? ) blink at blank pages until they aint white as a snowflaked first coat of paint maybe it's pixies, faeries or gnomes when all is written claim as your own ...
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fall into summer ( a p o e m )
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trip on a cowslip & fall into summer fumble a stumble, part-cartwheel then under follow proceedings like willow on leather float like a ghost or a deft thieving feather glide for a moment - pretend it's a lifetime as the bellflower clangs so the wild thyme chimes swift as that swallow or sting from a nettle cross every digit then settle on petals ...
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shoe-be-do ( a c o n t e m p o r a r y )
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mind the skies or you'll feel blue keep half an eye on your shoes shift a shuffle - shoe-be-do leaf a rustle, leave no clues write a letter everyday as tongues wag & branches sway as heels squeak & almost say dearest red, i'm somewhat grey hide a lemon from the sun with a crayon draw a gun observe mad hares on the run blow your nose for kingdom come ride a white harpie or six pick up sticks - swim in the styx wear no laces lest you slip eat your greens or you'll feel sick ...
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what to avoid ( a l i s t )
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chickenpox matching socks wheres & whats goldilocks scheming plots pentecosts pandora's tempting box axe attacks holes in sacks nicks & nacks paddywhacks flatpack shat pavement cracks asbestos any tax hows & whys howling skies podgy thighs porky pies cheery highs clocks when wise hair that just will not dye politics sinking ships stick to script improv' tits scissor kicks runny shits ( & ) dicks who pen funny lists ( sorry ) ...
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actually ( a p o e t i c a l )
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none of these hills are actually hills they're huge goosebumps the wind it chills this fearful land this restless still none of these hills are actually hills none of these lakes are actually lakes they're big puddles make no mistake these things soon build for fishes sake none of these lakes are actually lakes none of these trees are actually trees they're drama students can't you see? this wooden cast of wannabes none of these trees are actually trees ( & ) none of this verse is actually verse 'tis gobshite fare a gift-stroke-curse & yet it rhymes oh aye, terse nurse none of this verse is actually verse ( phew ) ...