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no, i’m not a natural poet
but i identify as a poet
& i’m saving up
for the surgery
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no, i’m not a natural poet
but i identify as a poet
& i’m saving up
for the surgery
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s hiver little villagers
shudder shuffle gusts
t erraforming roars
tungsten tusk thrusts
o ver battered haddock
operatic dales
r asping phantom raspberries
rides off the ghost train’s rails
m agonia’s revenge
madman weather maps
y es, it’s just beginning
yet the thunder claps
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triple a batteries
the barbary ape of seville
marmalade sunsets
ratatouille dawns
troubadours in transit vans
tomorrow’s toenails
a spare pair of underpants
a second class stamp
a paper teapot
the earless of skegness
hedgehogs in her kisses
babybels – & jacob’s crackers
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east is cracking up
after the cockerel
crows of a morrow
then shells smash
eggs again for breakfast
yolky yokels cheer
here lie the scrambled
like a rubik’s hypercube
so today is poached
or cackles in a pan
or a saucepan’s bubbles
eat what you’re upon
out on a dawn walk
watching the sky
clouds become soldiers
dipping in vitellus
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tiptoes in
crackle static radio
volume up
birdsong on mute
not from russia
but magonia with love
kittens then cats
catch in a bucket
facing the grey
shades of old parrots
kisses down in africa
hard on a humdrum town
so’s track one
peter’s red lament
planes over spain
spiders climbing spouts
listen to the music
of the splosh symphonic
when the sky snarls
like a feral snark
then came the rain
quenching then drenching
dogs upon dogs
fools in cagoules
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a dog-eared notepad
cannot hear your whistles
a buttercup will not
melt on your hot toast ( no )
a daisy chain cannot
entrap an escapologist
a skeleton key
won’t open your rib cage
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sing a song of cobwebs
odd is a sod
silly sausage sunrise
sixty seven starlings
tea lights dancing
while the pen is puzzled
like the p in ptarmigan
silent like an anus
in the depths of space
still the gas gasps
parping on mute
muddles of a morn’s
moonbeam aftermath
how now, missus cow?
too soon for beans
or potato waffles
intermissions winter
still quills spring
all is an autumn
summer dyed her ginger pubes
do you do agadoo
every other tuesday?
is there an echo?
cripes, i bloody hope so
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september then
a christening of cobwebs
a backendish scratch
a squirrel’s smorgasbord
hazelnuts & acorns
horde before the storms
strike like the trains
& autumn takes the reigns
with a glass refrain
seven green bottles
iridescent socks
treecreepers sneaking
wander on & see
what percy shaw saw
the purring dreams
of shrödinger’s catnap
october’s onions
pickle in a jar
the sun is still a star
further than before though
soon is never yet
ratatouille sunsets
redden like a rose hip
so we glow home
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haunting the orchard, don’t disappear
left heel blister, here with the living
newton’s eureka, rose hypnosis
citro stratus, cumulus canvas
strophic strokes, grey squirrel gathering
cobweb letterheads, pink lady crunch time
brushes ‘n’ rushes, breezes ‘n’ sneezes
russet rumble, jumble sale sky
time is traffic lights, geese skeins fly
vee-sign language, granny smith missive
thought-forms float, almost a duffel coat
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where those swallows
& scarecrows go
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