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pen

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pen ( nep )

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pen a sea of ink
see the kraken eating tea
cakes as clippers sink

plink a twisted nap
dreaming of contortionists
’til the buggers snap

plonk the plums of thyme
life on planet excrement
write this shit in rhyme

pluck a burst of herbs
plough with owls & dance with nouns
adjectives & verbs

pen a sword of sorts
swish as if a scribble’s knight
fight the normalzzz thought’s

pant a pencil’s case
shavings fall from sharpeners
larkers scrawl & face

penguin penumbras
penicillin pentagrams
pungent pensioners

pen another then
ink of squids & tentacles
vegetables & men
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screen-locked

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screen-locked ( dekcol-neercs )

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spot the screen-locked

miss the the unseen

silver orbs soar

over clover

of a morning’s

nature dreamscapes

watching spats

& prancing doctors

see the flesh-bots

supping nectar

lap the sop

of puppy photos

texting friends

that loathe them deeply

dragons dance

in mackerel skies

saxon phantoms

plod their footsteps

roman ghosts

beside their stride

left of tread

the breathing undead

pixie shite

on the sole of their new shoes


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also known as

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also known as ( sa nwonk osla )

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the cabbage on a mission

the barking bard of derbyshire

the anti-n.p.c

the owl that wakes at dawn

the lark within the dark

the swordsman with a poundland pen

the fleshling in the realm of bots

the storm without a cup

the tread of pencil lead

the here in distant disappear

a bat amongst the pigeons

a stoat afloat in weasel land

the plod of odder socks

he who must not be name dropped

trad-anon’s son

the weirdo with a thousand faces

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ode to a kettle

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ode to a kettle ( elttek a ot edo )

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rise in the dawning
shine before the sleeping sun
warming up morning

spatter & sputter
weaving in the sylphid mist
give us a cuppa

potion a potent
power from your dragon mouth
steam us a moment

fishes & physics
tickets to another land
lover of biscuits

brew me a b-line
dreaming through the afternoon
sing until teatime

huffing & heaving
roar beneath the blooming moon
christen the evening
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the things we taste

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the things we taste ( etsat ew sgniht eht )

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rain on the tingles
of an outstretched tongue

sweet saharan sand
if she pisses from the south

gloopy spoons of custard
straight from the can

frozen pizza slices
– but i prefer the cooked ones

twisted tales of thule
& a hymn from hyperborea

spinning in the blizzards
of those polar vortices

mushy peas ‘n’ cheese
on a buttered, toasted crumpet

bluebottles buzzing
in our curried parsnip soup

fresh bull dung
from the paper’s latest headline

vindaflu ‘n’ chips
with a naan to kill y’ nan

tea, if we scribble
in the riddle of the morning

milk, six sugars
plus a tin o’ ginger nuts
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banana skin shit

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banana skin shit ( tihs niks ananab )

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smoked, like a pope

or a gangland kipper

with green tea leaves

in a mother of a bifta

under silver skin of rizla

with a great imagination

or a magic carrot wand

once the swan is like a magpie

in the ides of june – or somesuch

with odd socks on

don’t forget your anorak

nicknacks, bric-a-brac

syntax saddle shat

beeswax beats

with a goblin, in the forest

of forever’s feathered foghorn

forming shape interface

with a sylphid spirit level

as the gasman gasps

& the mighty milkman sleeps

but the pheasant fez is onions

up a tuesday afternoon

off the tits of wednesday teatime

– that’s a fuckin’ trip

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