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things to give the widest of berths

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things to give the widest of berths ( shtreb fo tsediw eht evig ot sgniht )

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soap opera weddings
– weddings in general
cornichons & gherkins
letters from the council
torrential cloudbursts
the cult of celebrity
broken bones
anything by coldplay
the b.b.c
the song of the sirens
manna from the skies
the brainstream media
the mask-brigade on twatter
lovebombing bots
never ending surveys
the great reset
anthrax, the black death
allen ginsberg fan’s
– lock up your young sons
cracks on the pavement
unlucky heather
heroin & benylin
my doppelgänger
& matt hancock’s prick
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in between poems

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in between poems ( smeop neewteb ni )

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november yodelled

october’s prose

pencils & penfriends

this is not weather map

west winds wept

like a funerary onion

two jackdaws

& the backdoor jammed

marmalade stains

on a blank sheet of paper

parsnip soup

in the corners of your eyes

light bulbs pop

like a weasel in a songbook

chamomile tea

& a spoonful of shudder

clear between the ears

so the mist tiptoed

like a long lost cousin

from a sister universe

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in a month of mondays

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in a month of mondays ( syadnom fo htnom a ni )

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calendars & contours
colanders in kitchen sinks
swans are singing encores

once upon the sequels
gleams the green of in between
snoring with the eagles

pour another tea cup
buttered toast & traffic jam
so the stuttered speak up

storming of a morning
mares within the air & hare
where the stagger’s fawning

anoraks & sun rays
ambles on an ashen path
in a month of mondays

scrambles at the deep end
badgers in the thicket’s thatch
tangled ’til the weekend
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thoughts beside the estuary

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thoughts beside the estuary ( yrautse eht ediseb sthguoht )

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rivers can be salty – too
like dry roasted scrotal sacks

there’s a shanty in the air
singing tails of dogs at sea

under skies of mutant blue
grains of sand within my shoe

is this the real life?
is this just fantasy?

egrets aren’t actually eagles
– they’re herons
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dreaming of sweden

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dreaming of sweden ( nredewds fo gnimaerd )

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i’m dreaming of sweden
whilst eating ryvita
the land of ikea
of blondes & long summers
of forests & saunas
with winters of darkness
but england is darker
& britain is sinking
the nordics are calling
europa is falling
& earth’s in the clutches
of globalist quislings
& pantomime horseplay
so flee east of norway
as ace of base, abba
& stockholm – her syndromes
are chirping like hatchlings
i listen & harken
the garden’s in tangles
with thorns on the brambles
the cure is far worser
a scourge of a killer
as curtains are twitching
& tossers bang pots
the plot is all rotten
the dross at the bottom
so come & run, reader
& leg it with me
we’ll peg from the sniffles
& fuck this scamdemic
bee free from the sheeple
& wankers in masks
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catatonic crow

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catatonic crow ( worc cinotatac )

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thunder under rain
staggers in y’ anorak
clatter cabbage brain

wobble on & laugh
cauliflower power trips
tossers block the path

intermittent owl
mutant moons of jupiter
as the brambles growl

squiggles squid the nib
curtain twitchers curdle cream
skirt around the fib

weasel breezes blow
speckle spectred spectrograph
catatonic crow

flutter bumblebee
spread it like a butterfly
mumbles jumble me
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fare thee well

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fare thee well ( llew eeht eraf )

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it’s time to ride the diamond turnip

pie above the turtle doves

flying in the ocean’s lotions

scratch another cannonball

swan beyond the otter’s porridge

grease the knees of eventide

chase the changeling’s mutant poodle

smoothly – like a slimy lamprey

– shake the milky way

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the cousin of bread

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the cousin of bread ( daerb fo nisuoc eht )

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a breakfast friend

the cousin of bread

a knife in hand

& butter is spread

a scrunching lunch

a supper, a tea

with margarine

& runny honey

a scented star

the king of the crunch

a bed f’ beans

a pinch & a punch

the chief of charred

a hymn in the air

the king of crisp

& chairman of yeahhh

a fibrous sprite

a round of the brown

a glue f’ pooh

& gobble it down

a sort of nod

a cheer & a sup

& disappear

the bottoms of up

a slice of slang

for that which is done

the fucked, the dead

the buggered ‘n’ spun

a sign, a post

& rhymer of ghost

or northernmost

– this poem is toast

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a conker fell

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a conker fell ( llef reknoc a )

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a conker fell upon the path

a feather & a leaf

upon the soft & sodden ground

– the lightness of a thief

& ponder i upon a plod

is this a sort of nod?

a mirror land of sinking sand

a portent & a sod

a bugger of the rectal rim

a spanner up the arse

a bounder of a bouncing bean

until the green is sparse

the roundabouts of out again

with knickers in a spin

a vernal verse – but in reverse

the cousin of begin

& kiss the twists of sylphid mist

a wraith upon the vale

a leper of a letterbox

& brush the foxes’ tail

as breezes blow & weasels crow

& thickets disappear

a conker fell upon the path

& so the bend is here

( oh, bollocks )

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