blurb song

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blurb song ( gnos brulb )

roadworks ahead

red means go

      grow your own poems

      in a bum notebook

may contain nutter

keep two metres

      like a good little gimp

      use by last tuesday

sew facing south

with a pebble in your mouth

      this way uppercut

      crossed parry fingers

shake like a sheikh

on a bumpy camel ride

      defrost thoroughly

      & dance like a pixie

singing in the spring

in e-flat minor

      gargle in the garden

      as the crowbar flies

soak both ends

in lukewarm thistle milk

      every other sunday

      is a monday in disguise

bot sonnet

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bot sonnet ( tennos tob )

y 9 kippers 4 g y l m 2

7 1 j h n s x 4 a

1 2 p s l 7 shuffle n shoe

5 6 y h n 7 lemon j

y o p s a 8 parsnip k *

n b h g f d v l 4

gubbins b f d 2 4 5 6 9 r

seventy w mandible jaw

5 0 k l onions 9 8 pigeons

excrement 7 o internet x

o h l underscore ? smidgeons

@ goblin ampersand w hex

h b i k n 7 d f g

5 6 7 n 7 s d b

panic at the pumps

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panic at the pumps ( spmup eht ta cinap )

panic at the pumps
see the monkey troops

fisticuffs at teatime
fighting for bananas

spot the scree unfold
watch the little bots

warring on the forecourts
stuck in frenzy mode

barking up the trunks
of a wrong’uns tree

are there signs of life
on this planet pantomime?

bollocks on the snooze
told them all to come

all of them at once
abra & cadabra

giz a fuckin’ break
a lobotomy

for this daily maelstrom
this laboratory

crossed with lavatory
so the piper plays

as the normalzzz groans
– aaarrrggghhh

only 7p poem

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only 7p poem ( meop p7 ylno )

paper plane tickets, please

pickled peppermint tea bags

pissing pluto in retrograde

post-school pupils dilate

pews of pupae in lieu

peanut butter sandwiches

pandimesional panpipes

as the gob of autumn yawns

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as the gob of autumn yawns ( snway nmutua fo bog eht sa )

night is creeping, spot the crook
blacker than a sooted rook
burning on as if a book

cancelled like a harmless joke
fire flaps with arms of smoke
fogging forth, the pasture’s cloak

bugger me – the morning spawns
stagger yon & polish horns
as the gob of autumn yawns

death’s anew in olden blues
bushes gurning, turning shrews
green is gleaming golden hues

scree’s the hordes of falling leaves
tapestries, this season weaves
all is balls & summer heaves

huffs another fuck it then
pisses off beyond the glen
floating when the poets pen

us organics

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us organics ( scinsgro su )

us organics
sing beyond the swan
bats in the belfry
is healthier than bots

fuck that magic
darker than the crack
of a shadow man’s arse
or the ashes of a crow

us organics
us true humanoids
not masked cattle
or reductionist androids

pan not panic
laughter in the wood
pole shifts twisting
unloosened shrews

us organics
see the rhyme of time
in one-way train rides
to old normal borstal

as per ghouls
& jobsworths in jackboots
gulags looming
like a furry in an nursery