mmm aaa rrr ccc hhh

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mmm aaa rrr ccc hhh ( hhh ccc rrr aaa mmm )

…

mad hares box the air
milking maids mud wrestle bears
magpies magnify

after noon – the moon
adders divide the total
antlers on postcards

rabid regarding
raspberry ripple sunsets
radish shoots rising

cotton clouds bursting
cognition in remission
cows escape from sheds

heading for the hills
hyacinth – et cetera
home in time for tea

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’tis nesting season

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’tis nesting season ( nosaes gnitsen sit’ )

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larks up the stuffed arse
of a scarecrow host

settled in the crack
with straw galore

where the air is warming
up the incubator

snipes take a nap
in a hiker’s knapsack

caw, there’s a jackdaw
on a cooling tower

chaffinches with gathered twigs
on the brass band’s stand

pied wagtails
inside a postbox

widgeons under wigs
of judges in the courthouse

one quack for innocent
two for boil alive

noisy oyster catchers
at it in the attic

ten thousand barn owls
in the garden shed

goshawks & auks
flapping in your head

pigeons in me cuckoo clock
coo & crack anew

…

catkin litter

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catkin litter ( rettil niktac )

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riddle middle toe
intermittent galaxies
knickers in the mist
see the river twist

float a boat ‘n’ row
be the bats in batteries
’til the don’t’s a do
grab a pew ‘n’ phew

adders calypso
cantaloupes ‘n’ canopies
grasses gleam away
green’s the future’s hay

bluer bugles blow
pheasants strutting strategies
when the hawk’s a hen
then the rest’s a wren

all the heavens sow
melodies in maladies
once upon a swan
singing ’til it’s gone

yet the gardens glow
gargle martian fantasies
venus is a friend
kiss another end

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as a gang of siskins sing

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as a gang of siskins sing ( gnis sniksis fo gnag a sa )

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thinking in a shrinking bog

me ‘n’ uncle moses

under pickled onion suns

nothing much supposes

christmas is a distant blip

santaless as hoses

sprinkle on the morning lawn

yonder tickles noses

as a gang of siskins sing

ring-a-ring-a-roses

live ‘n’ post a doctor’s note

letter a diagnosis

blow a blossom petal breeze

as a badger dozes

’til the all’s a yawning door

& the season closes

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we built this poem …

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we built this poem … ( … meop siht tliub ew )

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we built this poem
with the cheapskate ink

from a thousand
poundland pens

written by chimps
drinking p.g tips

in the jungles of the midlands
with a gibbon editor

we built this poem
with a million paper planes

& drops upon the panes
as it often rains

rhymes from behind
the anus of the sofa

candle wax & zinc
plus the kitchenette’s sink

when in rome – i toga
with a pointy nose

shadow ban this wrongthink
send the soy boys round

this is bracken english
normalzzz is an android

mettle melting ice
& a then reprise

we built this poem
from the scribbles of the daft

lost in uncle nature’s
hayloft

dance if y’know
the scatters of the flow

no refunds
serves y’ right f’ reading

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