oh, those bloody poemz

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oh, those bloody poemz ( zmeop ydoolb esoht ,ho )

catch a feather pen
when the breeze is blowing so
as remember’s embers glow
squid the nib & then

sputterings of dust
spanners, spins ‘n’ spatulas
colanders ‘n’ calendars
rummages ‘n’ rust

scatterings of ash
passengers on paper planes
wobbles on a cobbled lane
scratches of a rash

aches ‘n’ scrapes of scrotes
jottings in a tosser’s log
tangents in the phantom fog
shapes of nature’s notes

music is the glue
oddness is an odyssey
prosody’s a lottery
fuck it, that’ll do

piddles in a pad
sinking with the kitchenette
piffle on the internet
scribbles of the mad

inner-nutshell ( & out the other )

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

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

sploshing on

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sploshing on ( no gnihsolps )

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

have you noticed too?

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

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

otter osmosis

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otter osmosis ( sisomso retto )

otter osmosis
smoking like a kipper tie
spotting tiger stripes

spotting tiger stripes
waddle when the penguins pen
with frozen pencils

with frozen pencils
we, the weevils weave a wave
sailing gravy boats

sailing gravy boats
but the buttress buttercups
dark snark harpsichords

dark snark harpsichord
harpies in a cable car
cobweb weatherman

cobweb weatherman
cousin in a custard can
otter osmosis

prune

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prune ( enurp )

rhymer of moon
a spoon
a loon

rich in vitamin k

fruit of a tree
in me
a key

like a sprite in the grey

cousin of plums
the sums
of tums’

constipated delay

bustin’ a dam
a can
& bam

shit the timber away

multiversal variations

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multiversal variations ( snoitairav lasrevitlum )

twinned with seven twins
yet a single child

raised by snakes
& badgers in the wild

spreading buttercups
up all bloody night

mainly sleeping in
whisking wyvern eggs

other kitchenettes
under other suns

belgian bungalows
peking prefabs

blow a different nose
re-invent the anorak

poets run this shit
no one’s heard of poets

purple purrs the earth
as the planet’s puce

or a shade of beige
’til the unicorn wars

fly like hedgehog men
baths in ginger beer

fending off ten ton
earwigs with a spanner