Poem
ghosts, come closer
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ghosts, come closer ( resolc emoc ,stsohg )
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ghosts, come closer
from the yonder in
when’s october
then the veil is thin
in this sister
phantom land of yours
all is autumn
sup the pasture’s spores
space is spinning
like a spider’s trap
death is grinning
spreading like the clap
time is onions
pickled in a jar
pumpkins shining
like the morning star
ghoul moons rising
once the swallows leave
goblins dancing
on this hallow’s eve
ghosts, come closer
from the yonder in
when’s october
then the veil is thin
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v-signs
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v-signs ( sngis-v )
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voles vomit violets
vagabond vultures vibrate
volcanoes vanish
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bolt
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bolt ( tlob )
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screwed beyond the blue
weasels climb a greasy pole
lightning up my hole
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squawking boots
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squawking boots ( stoob gnikwauqs )
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once upon another day
as the normalzzz yawn in suits
racing rats but fading fast
face the vast in squawking boots
see the mizzle’s fizzle pop
as the breezes flutter flutes
sun above & crows below
nesting toes in squawking boots
west ‘n’ south ‘n’ norther east
out’s about – abound is hoots
owls around us – if the moon
shines her cheeks on squawking boots
dawn again – anew’s refrain
seek the gleam of greener shoots
as the woodland’s shedding eaves
kicking leaves in squawking boots
pausing neath an apple tree
scrumping uncle autumn’s fruits
ponder with a hymn within
singing songs of squawking boots
all is music’s mutant spawn
when the muse is strumming lutes
then the yonder’s wander calls
walking on in squawking boots
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introducing the bland
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introducing the bland ( dnalb eht gnicudortni )
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blah on guitar
sapless on saxophone
banal on bass
drying paint on foghorn
yawn on organ
vanilla with the vocals
singing dead men’s sonnets
sliced white on bongos
& humdrum
( on drums )
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to short a long story cut
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to short a long story cut ( tuc yrots gnol a trohs ot )
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on a cold, dark horse
in the middle of the mist
chips ‘n’ cheese
with mushy peas
chapter thirty three
down in the treehouse
said the pheasant god
with a glowing grin
open up the bakers
& let the bread times roll
more tea, curate?
sang the unifawn
when they all ate cake
up the chimney stack
chapter forty four
strawberry fieldmouse
fifteen men
on a dead man’s vest
climbing the trellis
christ in a nightie
chapter eighty eight
two fat ladybirds
six mumps later
& rubella’s still not rang
tuesday’s tongue
tasted of marmite
one pavarotti
& twenty seven squid
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camp fire
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camp fire ( erif pmac )
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wafts of smoke floating
watch as supper bubbles so
saucepans of tinned mince
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easter egregore
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easter egregore ( erogerge retsae )
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easter egregore
autumn roars & all’s the fall
singing bill is dead
singing bill is dead
death is just another dream
deeper than a ditch
deeper than a ditch
sipping on a witches’ brew
blooming like the moon
blooming like the moon
best before the afternoon
may contain almonds
may contain almonds
thigh of newt & badger nuts
spores from outer-space
spores from outer-space
dancing as the dogwood growls
bolt the cottage door
bolt the cottage door
stay until the days say cheese
easter egregore
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squid quo pro
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squid quo pro ( orp ouq diuqs )
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when the sea is blue
then why these smiling krakens
dancing – laughing too
( ? )
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