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why the nuck fot? ( ?tof kcun eht yhw )
…
singing sea shanties
in the east midlands
building snowmen
in the amazon jungle
looking for smiths
in a chinese phone book
playing games of twister
with a goblin – on the moon
living in an igloo
on a solar spot
spoonerising on – yeah
– why the nuck fot?
writing the tripe
of another offal pun
shaving the hair
off a dolphin’s head
russian roulette
with your shadow at noon
all make more sense
than bugger all instead
…
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piss another prelude ( edulerp rehtona ssip )
…
dry before the soak
yonder on – the branches dance
soldiers dip the yolk
carpenters in barking pants
ants retreat below
under boughs – the heifers stall
when the egg is sleep
sky above a wrecking ball
stick around ‘n’ see
where the air’s a shade of glue
nettles spoon the soup
teasels tease a tickled hue
calm before the stork
posts a spring delivery
on a nature walk
free from normal’zzz pillory
greener than a dream
breezes stir the marmalade
climb a mountain ash
call a trowel – a garden spade
sing a salad daze
chase the shapes of shifting shrouds
hit the shitter’s fan
scatter under wazzing clouds
…
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dreams of the past ( tsap eht fo smaerd )
…
the twentieth century
is eating pot noodles
in a shell suit
while the miners strike
the nineteenth century
is reading frankenstein
dressed like jack the ripper
on the flying scotsman
the eighteenth century
is humming bars of mozart
in a river mill town
in a mantua gown
all the former centuries
old but never dead
dozing in a nursing home
between teatime & bed
…
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f l o w i n g ( g n i w o l f )
…
f eathers on a breeze
fists in the yeah
first class stampedes
l eaves on the river
lemons that blow
lyrics from the otherland
o nce the cock is up
onions shed their skins
order is reborn
w aving like an x-ray
waddle like a duckling
when the tongue’s untied
i n between ebbs
itchy rectal passages
icing me cakehole
n evermore’s a nob’ead
notes the spillage idiom
now is a cloudburst
g lowing inside your
golden noggin’s
gobshite hinterland
…
~
the grocer’s folly ( yllof s’recorg eht )
…
stupidity
is muted youths
who feast on eastern
citrus fruits
~
young, dumb
& full of kum … quats
…
~
mark of the bees ( seeb eht fo kram )
…
a honeybee flew
into last night’s vindaloo
& now my ring stings
…
~
( … )
…
~
four thirty three
minutes – the lyrics
~
lines on describing
the scent of a dahlia
~
a rondeau in the style
of marcrel marceau
~
the sound of a skeleton
sleeping underground
~
reasons to vote
for any of the scrotes
~
on the back
of a second class stamp
…
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monkeypox update ( etadpu xopyeknom )
…
the m42
from junction five to fourteen
is riddled with the monkeypox
( follow diverted traffic signs )
most beekeepers
& amateur oceanographers
are under quarantine
( probably forever )
every other greggs
on this frightened little isle
every b&m
( but not b&q )
anyone called gordon
– wilhelm or susan
will be shot on sight
( then incinerated )
the bakerloo line
is still infected
blackpool tower
( plus the marble arch mound )
all stratocumulus
& nimbostratus clouds
stay afraid indoors
( in case they rain upon us )
…
~
( & begin ) ( nigeb & )
…
quills from the feathers
of a jubjub bird
ink from the sacs
of a massive fucking kraken
a seat & a desk
plus a cuppa tea is good
sheet from the trees
in the shoulda coulda wood
…
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monkey country ( yrtnuoc yeknom )
…
jungles of oak
mountain ash or rowan
orchards where we grow
the money that we squirrel
nuts & bananas
both are common currency
barter with aplomb
swinging hairy arms
where the green is green
& the queen’s a lemur
north west of frogland
east of hobbit island
we, the simian folk
in this monkey country
sing until the sun shines
under earl grey skies
stirring rhesus blood
gibbons in glamorgan
tamarins in manchester
marmosets in derby
blue baboons at troon
with their balls in the dunes
shakespeare came
from our collective chatter
in between tea breaks
typed in a castle
a bolthole cottage
or a new build mews
breeding when we’re not
spanking ourselves
spreading like the pox
on the nine o’ clock snooze
…
resarf poetry 