bonfire

~

bonfire ( erifnob )

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build with sticks – not stones
bits ‘n’ birch & branch of oak
last summer’s ragwort

brambles, bobs ‘n’ twigs
scrumpled sheets of poetry
nettles & regrets

leaves & sheeple masks
letters from the government
thorns of thicket’s thatch

with a guy atop
effigies of enemies
weasels run the whirled

check for hedgehogs first
badgers, owls & barrels of
rum – or gunpowder

if the ghost is clear
in the darkened garden’s blear
– spark that mother’ up
…

weather or knot

~

weather or knot ( tonk ro rehtaew )

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a cloaking, crawling dawn

with croaking hints of frog


misting midland mills

wales is silken veils


of shifting, shrouding cloud

& phantom tangent fog


as sneezing scotland coughs

the peas in london’s broth


but breezes weave by nine

– the west’s a stringing vest


& cats & dogs will piss

upon the realms of men


from looe to timbuktu

until the afternoon


the rest ‘s a shining spell

– as satellites foretell

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on the runs

~

on the runs ( snur eht no )

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a statue sits in situ
a tasket & – atishoo

as cold as baltic shoulders
a ghoul upon a stool

a pigeon in a prism
as white as winter’s wizard

a ghosty – or a blizzard
& so the oceans flow

from mumbled drums of thunder
’til buckets buckle under

the brown of howling bowel stuff
& mountainsides of shite

i’m inking then of cricket
of bandit men with swag sacks

the speed of a scheming cheetahs
& laser pace of light

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warts & all that

~

warts & all that ( taht lla & straw )

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piss the pale away
the milk of sopping sunday
i in my cagoule

minstrel of the mist
a frog within the fog seas
newts & shoots of green

laughter in the wood
another weasel pop song
intermittent owl

sleeping shrouds of clouds
the smudge of leaden pencils
pen of elfin then

grey beneath the fade
a ghost of gold october
ghouls a leafen path

see the rings of kings
a toad upon a toadstool
croaking on his throne
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meanwhile’s cousin

~

meanwhile’s cousin ( nisuoc s’elihwnaem )

…

grey between sunbeams
haze between dream’s deep

four jackdaws
in the doldrums of my mind’s eye

the milkman & the postman
swapped moustaches for the day

three pygmy shrews
danced a tango on the patio

lemon curd was spreading
on the top of toasted teacakes

& the grocer saw the ghost
of himself – in a puddle

as a hag in the local rag
married a badger

the courts say it’s illegal
– but maybe it’s love?


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