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the spoon years ( nostalgia & out the other one )
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i grew up with no mirrors so i used to use a spoon to comb my hair, straighten school ties sometimes i'd pause & swoon i thought i looked quite unique with my special mis-shaped face part boiled egg & part baboon yet of the human race ( ? ) ...
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my other poem ( may contain traces of bolts, screws & of course, nails )
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my other poem is a bumper sticker there stuck to the back of well - my other car but my other car it is a tea clipper capable of space flight sailing star to star ...
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in other news ( some other news in that there of a verse )
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in other news the cat is fine the dog is dog i drank the wine with my hands bare i caught a fly whilst blindfolded the cellar's dry the t.v's died the dog is well not trapped down one there is no hell a hole was dug one sought the dead shambhala was down there instead please send more wine the pantry's full over my eyes i pull the wool that's yes better my ears have grown the birds are here their nest has flown the jumble's back fine is the cat last candlemas cat caught a rat that looked a lot a lot like you please come back soon in other news ...
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look darling, a starling ( potentially a gift for you )
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as shepherds are farming their crazed sheep are barking then spinning on farthings as clocks are alarming as march hares are sparring as coy fish are carping look darling, a starling how shit 'ot & charming ...
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story a short ( by some fuckin’ twat online other than youz … x )
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once upon upon moons of loads ago upon a once of time or goes the story so upon a one of once so tale & the begins the songs as per we sing but again never since ( the end ) ...
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nonsense talk ( some truths as poem )
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i love it when they say oh-kay ooh look - a bird - is that the time? i really must be on my way enjoy your simple, little mind there's gubbins blowing in the wind such bollocks on the syllabus it's good to question everything you're full of shit like sisyphus it's good to fuck about - it is consider march - its boxing hares yes magic's real like boring pricks i'm on the ground & in the air reality's insanity so all or nothing's nonsense here my other selves also agree we're vetting too please disappear ...
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watching stars die ( reworking of an older post )
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lobtailling, wasailling cloisters, spume & elbow grease thorpe cloud, the turin shroud cauliflowers, thought police titus oates, capsized boats apple pips & envelopes wheelbarrows, helium hydrogen & artichokes siren flash, catnip rush eleanor of aspartame weather vanes, fastnet, tyne marmalade & acid rain trombones & paper clips save the carrot, swans with songs flaming ghosts, babylon a quick squint-blink ( & then it's gone ) ...
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sherbert & tundra ( some stuff )
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oh sherbert & tundra those shelters & bunkers as flighty clouds shudder scared by their own thunder oh sprockets & lockets will hope go asunder? then pebble-dashed wonders oh sherbert & tundra ...
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midas piss ( some contemporary pastoral bollocks )
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the morn is gold as midas piss then palpitate our minds are fish among the air on land - on feet the sky's still blue but bird song's sweet like irn bru so hit them fields or so to speak the earth too feels as thoughts they drip the many leaks monsters still lurk there in the deep but fuck that wank feel free to swear there's no way that ma nature cares she made this shit - oh look, a swift with stuff they've nicked for you - a gift then thereupon our footpath green a clover grows with leaves thirteen so lucky us truly we're blessed this scenery fills in the rest ...
resarf poetry 