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flap shat ( tahs palf )
…
gloom upon the snooze
globalism’s golden yoke
cattle dance the blues
all is balls ‘n’ war
shivers in y’cotton socks
colder than before
gulp the evening air
hark, the snarls ‘n’ barks of snarks
dark cathedral fare
see the minions weave
tapestries of tragedies
mirrors up a sleeve
parrot ’til y’sick
piping panic’s pantomime
shit another brick
gasp a precious breath
run atop a phantom hill
chase the tail of death
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the things we sing ( gnis ew sgniht eht )
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hymns from within
sprouting in the out
seasonal soliloquies
nature’s shifting shapes
squibs from squidded nibs
paper poem planes
birdbrain choruses
scrawl is love & walruses
sounds from the soul
salad in a bowl
irking normal’zzz balls
bouncing as a bomb
supper with aplomb
odes upon this road
letters from the dead
lists & post-it notes
soft rock ballads
shat pop cheese
spinning with the air
like seedlings on a breeze
trad-anon’s back catalogue
bat flap fare
songs upon a sixpence
life in wonky keys
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bat manifesto ( ostefinam tab )
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– twilight is renamed as dawn
– morning is re-classed as evening
– reclaim the caves & churchyards
– upside down is the right way round
– darkness is bright
if the sound bounces back
– batteries not included
– bats of the world unite
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windy ( ydniw )
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woodland branches dance
as i trumpet by with my
back passage gasses
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burnin’ on ( no ‘ninrub )
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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 )
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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 )
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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 )
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the king of the weeds
after napping – scatters seeds
roaring on the lawn
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resarf poetry 