the truth about train conductors

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the truth about train conductors ( srotcudnoc niart tuoba hturt eht )

they’re always born
on a wednesday teatime

delayed because the trees
went on strike

so there were no leaves
to use as an excuse

on the lines between the stations
& other destinations

as gremlins nicked the sleepers
senior management ate quail

& another swan dies
on the duck pond of despondency

poetry’s a spanner

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poetry’s a spanner ( rennaps a s’yrteop )

sing a song of sinking sand
inking with a hidden hand
dwindle in a mirror land
spot y’ doppelgänger

pissing on the garden lawn
of a twisted misted morn
as the farting farmers yawn
gargle martian grammar

see beyond the jibber’s swan
jabbering the bland of yon
grab the dunce’s hat ‘n’ don
stuttering a stammer

runcible’s the silver spoon
nincompoop the afternoon
we, the piffle’s children loon
waving not a banner

picking pickled prosody
paper plane this odyssey
every sock’s an oddity
when the ham’s a hammer

am’ the dram’ of river flows
quiver then the feather blows
scribble on with broken toes
poetry’s a spanner

july salad

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july salad ( dalas yluj )


elsanta claws
strawberry cryptids

treehouse fledermaus
thrombosis bossa nova

clover trombonists
toe dip diatribe

iceberg letterheads
lettuce in the post

man o’ war mornings
cervix with a smile

cats in orbing balls
willow the whiskers

spring heeled sprinklers
jack o’ the greensleeves

athlete’s foot spa
deep blue barbecue

rain dance off

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rain dance off ( ffo ecnad niar )

clops upon the roofs
it’s the cloven hoofs
of a pygmy goat

underneath the grey
sailors reel away
on a pea green boat

prancing with the lamb
when the welkins slam
as the treetops waltz

yonder trots a fox
jigging bits ‘n’ bops
when the sun’s horse bolts

thunder rumbas drums
gutters speak in tongues
when the frogmen tap

fading in the close
shades of twinkle toes
then the rainbows clap

more definitions of a poemz

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more definitions of a poemz ( zmeop a fo snoititnifed erom )

songs from beyond
a bonce upon a time

missives in the mist
tusks upon a tongue

ghosts in the post
letters from the otherlings

the notes of a scrote
on the worldwide cobweb

prose & music’s mutant
offspring offerings

rhymes from the original
channel effing tunnel

scribbles & quibbles
in your rotten cabbage diary

yet my sweet achilles
heliotrope

poets on strike

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poets on strike ( ekirts no steop )

quell the feathered quills
sleeping now like arthur

toss aside your vellum
put down your thesaurus

the book of synonyms
untie all cravattes

lob the trusty ink well
as if a molotov

in the rubbish bin
outside the town hall

mindful of section five
on the picket line

with all the marxist bards
who’d like to buy a house

before the revolution
as then we’d all own nada

we, the fuming few
the ginger lovechildren

of music & prose
with vestigal toes

we, the unsung glue
blue plaques of the future

who kiss the ruddy cheeks
of miscellany’s anus

chanting – give us freebies
cash & online likes

poets on strike
so write your own shite