this bus stop smells

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this bus stop smells  (  sllems pots sub siht  )





this bus stop smells

of pickled eggs


& whitsun eves

on ganymede


the morning yawns

of george the fourth


& treacle tarts

with clotted cream


a musty book

a badger bark


the smoking ghost

of joan of arc


plus silver bells

& cockle shells


with hints of piss

this bus stop smells

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selected ambient worms

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selected ambient worms  (  smrow tneibma detceles  )




sound & round the garden

circling the earthen


spoon the sun & sparkle

tickles in a tin can


squirming in the dawn's yawn

lurking under rhubarb


rumbles in the head's stead

pastarolly the bees hum


beats upon a bonnet

sonnets in a songbook


hooks & cracks of whiplash

gurning so in slow-mo


shapes of space & tape looped

echos in the hedgerows


early birds are catching

crackles in the distance

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spin the middle of the moth

~

spin the middle of the moth  (  htom eht fo elddim eht nips  )




rain is on the brain again

in the gland of sinking sand

scumbles under onion skin

cotton socks & contraband


roving with october's ghost

gargles in the arse of june

piddle peas in mizzle march

gleaming is a sugar spoon


stirring sups in cups of tea

ponce upon a kitchen sieve

calendars & colanders

bumble on & bee the div


babble in the bubble's black

spin the middle of the moth

til the bastard sings a swan

flutters on & buggers off

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pick a pickled

~

pick a pickled  ( delkcip a kcip )


pick a pickled cabbage rhyme

acid brain & alkaline

dance a heap of steaming sheet

panting ants & pantomime


play the petered piper's bags

stitch the witch of tattered rags

hop the lair of yonder hare

may the pole & fly with flags


smoke the mope of dopamine

spilling hills as oceans gleam

figaro the river so

flap a bat & cat the cream


spot the dog & stone a prune

float with ghosts & lick the moon

pick a pickled cabbage rhyme

spiral in the afternoon

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june is a balloon

~

june is a balloon  ( noollab a si enuj )



once upon a calendar

as the moth of may

scarpers on sabbatical

larks & fades away


annually, a sort of door

creaks as finches fledge

hymns emerge from bursting beaks

singing in the hedge


canticles & clattertrap

with the woodland elves

gnomes are mowing astroturf

poems write themselves


photographs are tapestries

rabbits catch the clap

underneath a cloak of oak

shepherds wank & nap


roses glow beside the lane

snakes awake & doze

flutterings of butterfly

pollen up y' nose


gleaming is a silver stream

as the rivers run

breezes frisk the greening trees

underneath the sun


allium & lavender

blooming like the moon

summer is a gravy train

june is a balloon


roving as a floating ghost

in the spindle sky

soaring with the twinkle balls

up until july

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this country lane

~

this country lane  (  enal yrtnuoc siht  )



quivers in a blue cagoule

hum a hymn & wander on

crows & poems peck the head

squawking with this ball & chain


flutters in the moth of june

puddles pool - a splosh of feet

fingers slip as noses drip

buttercups are on the brain


fields of wheat are shifting seas

waving as the thunder drums

mumbles in a shroud of cloud

jumble down this country lane


til the sun erupts & smiles

glow with ghosts & rove for miles

float if roses war with thorns

bee the breeze & sup the rain

( cheers )

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