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there’s a man that sits
on the bus i catch that looks
like harold shipman
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there’s a man that sits
on the bus i catch that looks
like harold shipman
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ducks watch over us
& they quack at us below
‘hullo’ on their way
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rain in between us
she’s swimming in a puddle
my hosepipe is banned
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~
i am a goldfish
apparently – my memory
is only five seconds
or so i’ve rediscovered
i am a goldfish
~
i am a goldfish
apparently – my memory
is only five seconds
or so i’ve rediscovered
i am a goldfish
~
i am a goldfish
apparently – my memory
is only five seconds
or so i’ve rediscovered
i am a goldfish
~
i am a goldfish
apparently – my memory
is only five seconds
or so i’ve rediscovered
i am a goldfish
~
i am a goldfish
apparently – my memory
is only five seconds
or so i’ve rediscovered
i am a goldfish
~
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scramble on this
chicken lips & hips
the stuff they dump in skips
not just for the moment
but a monument of bliss
another life ticket
this musical glue
is sticky in the thicket
while facing the gravy
& the ghost of the blue knight
you became the moon’s light
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as of last wednesday
as unseen on t.v
available in hardback
as per the shame-fest
plug as in – in
one for the tossers
part of a series
that hardly bloody anyone
will bother their socks
or biscuits for – it’s
baked to imperfection
but we’ve all swallowed worse
said the famous soap actress
to the camp t.v chef
so open to suggestions
like the gap between the train
& the chockablock platform
heading to your bargain bin
not big in japan
but banned in parts of luxemburg
more than just a barcode
hardly a seven
in deep green or grey
may contain nuts
best before six whitsuns since
god save the parsnip
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who’s afraid
of the purple hair brigade?
nose pierced like
bullocks at the market?
who’s afraid
of the purple hair brigade
branded with tattoos
a rainbow coloured heart
who’s afraid
of the purple hair brigade?
snorting with intent
like a badger in the fog
who’s afraid
of the purple hair brigade?
beastly be thy fate
fodder of ‘be kind’
we must laugh back
at the madness of collective
‘ism & ides
of ‘eology & march
& rock their paddleboat
they come for your jokes
offence is only ever
taken with both hands – oh …
who’s afraid
of the purple hair brigade?
stand or leapfrog
over their overtures
who’s afraid
of the purple hair brigade?
sod their bollox
& current thing death cults
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oh, it’s its very own
infinity playing out
the sequence never quite repeats
but starts with lark & ends with owl
– the bird table visitors –
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scatter graph that
the jackdaws laughing
a rearranged face
the clock in the hall
away with the fairly
maybe a missive?
if little owls screech
in a pitch blett coppice
shrouded in cloud
when now becomes then &
unfinished jigsaws
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the sun rose like a tudor
another daisy begineth
the dandelions roar
you buttercup believe it
we tulip sync along
to the sound of cowslips mooing
as the bluebells knell
& foxgloves trot
so please forget me not
until the evening primrose
& then we all crocus
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