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catching the last
sunbeams of summer
& the first warmth of spring

shivering like timbers
with mittens blue & woollen
in a frosty schoolyard

typing away
with your other monkey chums
writing shakespeare plays

whilst burnt alive
for being a lollard
in the fourteenth century

catching up your umbra
running with a stick
in a three-legged race

tucking away
on a stuffed dormouse
in old londinium

but laughing at the guttering
sputtering down
on a piss wet day

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…

tractor beam evening
two wood pigeons

new grey trainers
us below in though

or shadow plus one
up on his lamppost

do you coo too?
vegetables & voodoo

singsong sixish
mister porter’s daughter

thoughts of missus worthington
sun behind the curtains

certain of your skirting boards
& unburnt crumpets

five sips left
aluminium tripods

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…

tuesday morning swanned in
with the gutsy grace
of a fatso ballerina
with popcorn lung

after sunday’s oh so
suspicious demise
maybe colonel mustard

was clueless too in cluedo
& mrs. white staged it all
with a crafty poem
then legged it for the sunshine
or got bored with board games

( ? )

as lizards bask in warm
summer something blizzards
let a second moon hatch

from the cracking shell
of the scrambled eggheads head
in a muddle’s up
peaches inside stones
fruitful be thy quarry

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…

the strangest of birds

a bunt out tealight

bite the stifled brightness

south of this north

when the west shakes

one lozenge at a time

as pop flattens

the cotton clouds growling

& her feathers rain down

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