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the mud beneath

~

the mud beneath ( htaeneb dum eht )

…

the mud beneath’s a sodden bog
a cloak of oak, a croaking log

the mizzled mist is missing sheep
a dragon snores & all is sleep

the deep is up, the south is north
the east is west, the back is forth

a feather falls – but falls from where?
your mother’s face, a leveret hare

the twisting shapes, a dip, a dive
a spooling ghoul, the air’s alive

the scattered land is sleeping cloud
the taj mahal, the turin shroud

a circle spins a string of yarn
a distant screech, a secret barn

& all is balls, a yawning day
the pastures pant, the grass is grey

a sunken see, the squinting sands
the seasons jazz with phantom hands

the mud beneath’s a sodden bog
a plod within the morning’s fog
…

doe ray me poem

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doe ray me poem ( meop em yar eod )

…

so rainy
piss upon the pissed upon
’til the fucker dries

though maybe
all is not a knotted ball
as the crocus flies

oh, daisy
ride ‘er like a bicycle
lilting lullabies

blow hazy
spin it like a weather vane
scatter whats ‘n’ whys

milfs milk men
mercury is monkey me
whistle, winter wren

sing ’til then
ink within y’ blizzard brain
scribble with a pen

glow, grey bee
bumble in this in between
minstrels mincing pies

doe ray me
cut the crap ‘n’ zap attack
with y’ laser eyes
…

the things we hear

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the things we hear ( raeh ew sgniht eht )

…

bamboo shoots

up like rhubarb

lost flock baa’s

garden gnomes & statues

singing filthy hymns

static on the radio

laughter in the loft

fates down the bingo

playing for a full house

fishwives wittering

pssst, kung pao

plughole gurgles

faces in the clouds

sneezing on the ground

lapwings or peewits

kettles whistle winds

telephones knelling

like a funerary bellend

fried egg crackle’s

like cladding on a new build

come mid-june

when the scarecrows are swearing

trudging on snow

so the planets realign

twats banging pots

wasps indoors

sunny days in dark socks

– fuckin’ alarm clocks

…

a skein is seen

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a skein is seen ( nees si nieks a )

…

autumn’s auspecies

greylags in gaggles

pale or dark bellied

brent from the arctic

like a latin five

marvel at the barnacles

pink footed, tundra

honking on the wind

first is the sound

older than the gold

of a younger, brighter saturn

rasping in the clouds

so we stop & watch

eyes looking skyward

over dead clover

as the mosses green

victory & peace

singing like a symbol

flapping fowl fingers

shades of harvey smith

vees above the trees

geese on a mission

swears up in the air

– up yours ‘n’ all

…

definitions of a poems

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definitions of a poems ( smeop a fo snoitinifed )

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the journal squirms of dead old men

& spinsters with cobwebs for knickers

the gruel of school, designed to bore

the speak of sleep – & so we snored

with purple spurts & shapes of beige

an open toad upon a page

that no one reads, a dull-de-sac

a sack of shit, a bag of cack

or magic beans for cabbage folk

a cattle prod, an egg, a yoke

a floating ghost or cheese on toast

the tapered tones of nature’s notes

a sort of door, a funky key

the apes & scrapes of monkey me

a letter stuck with music’s glue

( parcelled to parts unknown )

the gaps between the cracks in clouds

a scribble in – & out the other

a shooting star of trar-luh-lar

the lucid dreams of prose in a coma

the twisted lists of brevity’s rants

the ants in pantomime’s pants

the life & times of baa, baa, baa

rhyming, if inclined

& shining like a shining thing

…

in the can ( & out the other )

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in the can ( & out the other ) ( ( rehto eht tuo & ) nac eht ni )

…

~

in the can be mushy peas

prunes with stones

& gloopy custard

~

squirming worms & earthen holes

morning skies

like golden syrup

~

water for the garden gnomes

cannon balls

as cavalry canter

~

in the can be canticles

cantaloupes

& candlemas eve

~

can’s a tin & tin’s a drum

hark, the music

– can you see?

~

in the can be other cans

kicking cans

& dancing the cancan

…