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p.s ( some of a poemz )
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the kettle's fucked, the hamster's dead please bring more jam & honey please p.s 'twas i what burnt your shed upon that fateful whitsun-eve ...
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p.s ( some of a poemz )
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the kettle's fucked, the hamster's dead please bring more jam & honey please p.s 'twas i what burnt your shed upon that fateful whitsun-eve ...
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( some call it haiku ) ( 3 lines )
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photosynthesis diplodocus cabbages dodecahedron ...
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how art thou march? ( some march verse)
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how art thou march?
your what's & wheres?
your sharpened ides
& mental hares?
oh daffodils
your frog parades
swollen tulips
& longer days
such dizziness
clean up the mess
flash in the pan?
pan in the flesh
you're shepherding
the new again
there's birdsong but
confusion reigns
( ? )
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( ǝʞɐʇ-ʞɔoʇs ) ( 30 second topz read x )
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muddy trousers blistered heel itchy elbows punctured wheel funny sneezes chinese burns dodgy rashes flighty turns a fear of whelks plus kazoos morris dancers shrews & clues half an onion shiny knees memories & celery ...
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( hello again ) ( by some tosser on the internet )
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often i forget to sleep
& often i forget to eat
often i forget the date
& the time - i'm often late
often i am on my own
barring the dog so not alone
often my home is a mess
much like the head - i must confess
often all my clothes are creased
i've not ironed since the nineties
often i am being strange
oh blame my often monkeyed brain
often i daydream through days
its weeping rain & sunny rays
often i am drinking tea
& writing shite
quite oftenly
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mind-onions ( a brief … )
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in my mind i'm chopping onions hence the tears that then appeared ...
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this poetry is mind control ( some much needed truth )
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this poetry is mind control this distraction's your ball & chain with words designed to steal your soul re-program & re-wire your brain yet make you think you're more aware deceptive as all metaphors true evil runs the world out there beyond these words rage many wars ( read on ) ...
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when i am dead ( some forward thinking )
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when i am dead then i shall fittingly sleep then rise at dawn first pause & next yawn i'll dress then walk all the former dogs i knew now dead as me & i'll still drink tea ...
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the stuff of rivers ( 16 word of poem )
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flowing raspberries consequence projection ripples otherly consciousness connection salmon scholarly poltergeist collection sunshine glistening vanishing reflection ...