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the things we touch ( hcuot ew sgniht eht )

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sticky conker buds
in the doldrums of spring

keys in back pockets
chiming in time

pimples with a pinch
& nettles with a wince

rain upon skin
if the grey snakes in

clouds, if we climb
up a baked bean stalk

sound with a quake
as the bones vibrate

hands with a shake
coz the ‘rona’s overrated

toes with a creak
& chins with a stroke

butter fingered smoke
clutching ghost straws

hearts of lost souls
barge poles – with barge poles

sheet, if we ink
phantom tangents in fog

& cloth
when we leg it to the bog
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barn it all down ( nowd lla ti nrab )

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larking in a barn

prancing as the farmers plough

dancing with the owls

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lest we forget ( tegtof ew tsel )

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trunks that prod the cogs

elephantine teleprompts

epigenetics

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inner-nutshell ( & out the other ) ( ( rehto eht tuo & ) llehstun-renni )

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swans upon an interim

summer hums a winter hymn

wither weaves a tapestry

sputters dust ‘n’  flams the flim

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in the realm of mizzle men

misery’s a piffle pen

rasps a gasping raspberry

whelms the whim of fizzle then

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when the wren is but a crow

rivers run a backwards flow

flutter by the banks & see

sunken suns, an afterglow

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broken odes & mirror lands

finger food for phantom hands

screwing loosened shrews in me

kitchen sinks in sinking sands

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in between the peaking trough

whispers in the breezes scoff

dangle from a branching tree

spins the snug of bugger off

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flopping forth in flaccid rain

death is pecking on the brain

storming like a cup of tea

’til the scribbles strike again

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what sort of poems do you write? ( ?etirw uoy od smeop fo tros tahw )

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acid badger

techno stoat

pheasant folk

& prog hedgehog

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sploshing on ( no gnihsolps )

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hopping like a frog
hoping there’s a sun above
in the midland’s bog

swimming on the land
where the ocean’s greeting me
england’s sinking sand

dripping droplet drips
from a howling shroud of clouds
pissing on y’chips

splashing puddled pools
blurs the mer of men in macs
ghouls in blue cagoules

dawn ’til after after dark
under pickled onion skies
better build an ark

sploshing on again
water, water, water falls
plodding sodding rain
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eff off ( ffo ffe )

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furthermore’s foghorn

flibbertigibbets frogspawn

fudge flapjack fingers

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have you noticed too? ( ?oot deciton uoy evah )

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song is cycles, spinning wheels
weeping while the onion peels

we, the piffled ink a path
clear the blear of scatter’s graph

see the warts & balls of all
scribble ’til the curtain’s call

spring is winter in disguise
under pickled onion skies

snow is flakes of frozen rain
roundabouts is back again

bounce upon this broken road
flap a bat & shat y’load

turn a bridge & burn a screw
salad is a language too

civil servants speak this tongue
like the snooze & breed in dung

kids in masks is child abuse
alcohol is cabbage juice

sport is adults playing games
war is sport with added flames

guns ‘n’ bombs – the ratings soar
like a pig – so die some more

kiss the coffers of cabals
weasel as the woodland gnarls

bread & butter fills a hole
television sucks the soul

covid is a cattle prod
cash is king – but not a god

scrawl, the world’s a pantomime
miss the drift but catch a rhyme

all the whirl’s a swishing well
normalzzz is a prison cell

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