those ghost writers

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those ghost writers ( sretirw tsohg esoht )

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pen with phantom hands

z-lister biographies

loveable soap star’s

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television chefs

& sticky wicket keeper’s

spawn of narcissus

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big on instagram

them of telling all again

footyball legend’s

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soil the printed page

with a minor royal’s life

polished like a turd

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stir the living word

scribble piffle night & day

ectoplasmic ink

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from beyond the grave

sanctimonious twaddle

( so stunning & brave )

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death’s a career move

when the reaper’s scythe a’ swings

here a signet sings

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rat-a-tat typers

nonexistent nom de plumes

– it’s those ghost writers

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( author notes )

written in the village

where the all bots are stuck

on hysteria

over nothing

beyond software projection mode

for now

( & that’s proper dark that )

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hits of this

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hits of this ( siht fo stih )

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hold the line
heathered moors
purple purrs
like a cat

mind the gap
drain the brain
scatter ash
plod the flat

riversides
pastures far
farming land
habitat

humans err
nature sees
monkey me
dunces hat

dunking stools
zip y’ holes
karens flap
toxic twats

twisted tongues
spreading dung
absent souls
weasel shat

punching you
blue & black
hits of this
twit f’ tat

badger on
sing a song
weather them
scraps of shat

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please beware

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please beware ( eraweb esaelp )

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never eat an apricot
on a wednesday afternoon

especially with a can of pop
& almond macaroon

your crops will fail, the seas shall rise
& drown the clouded skies

the earth will wander – from her path
& crash into the moon

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trivial techniques

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trivial techniques ( seuqinhcet laivirt )

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the wingspan of a greenfinch
is twenty six cee em

yet october
is the longest month

twelve or more people
constitute a riot

as the pygmy shrew
is britain’s smallest mammal

& thimbles were invented
in the tenth century

the number sixty three
is late by five minutes

eskimos don’t know
who betty swollocks is

gravel’s not a stone
it’s an umbrella term

plus checkerboards
have sixty four squares

yeah, mackerel
is anagram of elk cream

but beethoven died
in eighteen twenty seven

so proxima centauri
is closer than we thought

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hector pokes jehovah’s bones

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hector pokes jehovah’s bones ( senob s’havohej sekop rotceh )

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two plus two
is fivefold doom
the sky is crashing down

older than
a spinning wheel
anew is back in town

face the beige
the gander’s prop
is feeding bots ‘n’ ghouls

bumble on
now, little drones
& bee the willing fools

bongo so
’til trumpets blow
until the bellends knell

pave the road
then shat y’load
& build a better hell

when the sun
is bicycles
& compasses confused

hector pokes
jehovah’s bones
( establishment approved )

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treewheeling

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treewheeling ( gnileehweert )

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one plus two is tree
as tree’s the magic number
tree is company

further, tree’s a crowd
the best things in life are tree
tree strikes & you’re out

tree the evening stars
be footloose & fancy tree
drinking cups of tree

as tree as a bird
play tree dimensional chess
eating a tree lunch

tree the light of day
i’ll tree you in the next life
singing tree blind mice

get away scot-tree
& tree the wood for the trees
tree, myself & i

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scraps, maps & missives

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scraps, maps & missives ( sevissim & spam ,sparcs )

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pen of pencil sharpeners

should the moon permit

       soon is pickled in a jar

       yesterday’s tomorrow

colanders & calendars

so gather scatter cushions

      ’til the roman roads

      curve like space-time

spittle meets the sun

rainbows stuck in traffic’s jam

      tangled as the brambles

      of next week’s daydream

ants ‘n’ ammonites

cotton socks ‘n’ jacobites

      spring is heeled like jack

      jumping roof to roof

face a pheasant’s brace

death is television

      evil’s mediocrity

      & cucumbers in fridges

this is not the song

a woodcock in a wood would sing

      like a fucking trooper

      in h-flat major

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