~
burnin’ on ( no ‘ninrub )
…
back passage london
pudding lane anus
smokeless like the djinn
great balls of plasma
babylon bottom
fire flies from me
molten morning crap
incandescent end
vindaloo waterloo
fought on the khazi
joan of arc blazing
hotter than sun spots
krakatoa shat
rome is my rectum
listen as it sings
scotch bonnet swan songs
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owl be the judge of that ( taht fo egduj eht eb lwo )
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hooting in a fruitful forest
as the even’ blither runs
giz a twinkle – who’s the oddest?
– she is pickled onion suns
tooting, swooping, scratching, catching
roaring forward’s pantomime
i’m a student & a hatchling
she’s the raisin in the rhyme
novels plotting, foxes trotting
badgers dancing, boxes croak
she is sparkles, marbles tossing
wiser than the cunning folk
like the gleam in golden syrup
– giz a feather off y’wing
older than a choral chirrup
younger than the lambs of spring
gift a paddle & a hammer
rock of aegis, other sulis
lady of me hazy manor
giz a spanner on a rummage
shat a pellet, bring the mettle
in the attic of a morning
source of all – the rest’s a vessel
as another daze is dawning
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tomorrow never nosedive ( evideson reven worromot )
…
no rogue meteor
or oak tree fall
on the trundle-trudge
of a morning walk
no thanks, cyanide
i prefer almond milk
in my tea or chai
stirred anticlockwise
busses will obey
the meantime’s table
perhaps i’ll catch a nap
but not the dreaded clap
no toad blizzards
or frog downpours
will croak on drown from heaven
& pop my cotton clogs
poets on a rampage
quills as sharp as hen’s teeth
can run into each other
& leave us scroats alone
let the buzzards buzz
& so the stoats will float
lark the dark away
death should go on holiday
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rock ‘n’ roll poem ( meop llor ‘n’ kcor )
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rock ‘n’ roll a rockin’
& i’m rollin’ alright
with my rock ‘n’ roll sugar
on a saturday night
driving rollin’ wheels
& i’m feeling rockin’ great
with my rock ‘n’ roll honey
coz it’s nineteen fifty eight
roll a rock a rollin’
underneath a rockin’ star
with a rock ‘n’ roll quiff
& a rock ‘n’ roll guitar
rock a rock a rollin’
like a rollin’ rockin’ horse
or a cabbage in the attic
on a rockin’ chair – of course
rock ‘n’ roll a rollin’
in a twenty twenty one
rockin’ & a rollin’
but my memory has gone
in a rockin’ nursing home
with my long bald hair
& my long dead baby
but we just don’t care
( yeah )
…
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instead ( daestsni )
…
sun shined bright
in the riddle of the night
humpty dumpty fell
on a bed of pheasant feathers
effigies unfroze
& danced with garden gnomes
shooting stars sped
to the universe’s edge
cattle ate butchers
peasants ate cake
pandas had an orgy
pies ate georgy porgy
rivers ran backwards
flowing from the sea
roses sniffed noses
& the bus missed me
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dandelion ( noilednad )
…
the king of the weeds
after napping – scatters seeds
roaring on the lawn
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cloak & stagger ( reggats & kaolc )
…
after afternoon
a candle in a lantern
waxing gibbous moon
puddles on the path
universes bursting like
bubbles in the bath
little drips of dream
gibbon in a cable car
kettles singing steam
i’m a shade of grey
or the morning starling’s light
let the horses neigh
drifting like a plank
rhyming like a dictionary
scribbles in the tank
’til the cockerel crows
floating while the ‘rona drones
highs below the lows
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hogs ( sgoh )
…
wash from head t’those
rotter’s trotters, warts ‘n’ all
– goblins in hedgerows
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oh, those noble gasses ( sessag elbon esoht ,ho )
…
old king krypton
from another planet
helium caesar
floats as rome burns
xenon the warrior
prince among lasers
archduke argon
plums in his throat
oganesson the inbred
wedding many cousins
& princess neon too
the lady in the lamplight
long may they radon
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shat’s all folks ( sklof lla s’tahs )
…
sing a song of unsung
with a tungsten tongue
bee a beast of burden
’til the seed is dung
spinning in the stillness
swimming in the cack
light another candle
brighten up the black
flippin’ ‘eck – it’s morning
flying like a fly
fuckin’ ‘ell – it’s evening
time is swirling bye
let’s begin again then
chase another tale
once upon a stumble
so the glowing pale
spark another roll-up
lark a flaccid wing
whistle in the doldrums
’til the winter’s spring
as the jammy dodgers
scribble on with glee
parping in the parlour
fart-luh-laar-luh-lee
i’m up in the attic
gawping at the wall
waiting for minerva
– writing bugger all
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