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plod-stuff ( a true story )

…

our elbows glowed where noses shone

us muddled bunch so bumble on

through fields of green in sways of still

there is no breeze today upon


us squelchy sods so yon we plod

with thoughts of warts & peas in pods

as badgers burst & gardens groan

whilst on the road - a toad's skin's shod


our ankles itch - is this a gift?

we look to lunch as pollen drifts

we follow paths & fallow deer

as sieve-like minds they gently sift


when all is spun a tune a is hummed

the back door calls, the walk is done

the annals wait to hear of tales

beneath a montomic sun

...

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orange-scented owls ( a ? )

…

orange-scented owls

holograms on holidays

god is my almond

...

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humming at inquests ( a poem )

…

humming at inquests

& singing in court

heckling weddings

& burping in church


wearing the wrong hat

for wednesday - of course

but faux pas in minefields

are surely the worst

...

 

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( ? )

…

 

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going out ( this poem contains roughly 13% of your r.d.a of shite )

…

take your key

in case clay pigeons sing


take your phone

in case the onions ring


take some cash

to barter with the sheep


grab a nap

in case there's time for sleep


don a smile

there may be acid rain


& odd socks

no, never two the same


wear good boots

no, not the naughty pair


cross your toes

then go, out there - take care

...

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in absentia ( another vaguely poetical stab in the daft )

…

the feral vet, his intense sweats

that manic get

the haunted cow


the magic nurse, her tragic verse

& piggish purse

the singing sow


the dog in clogs - that trot - clip clop

& catty strops

the talking plough


those cheeky apes, our many scrapes

since former japes

where are they now

?

( fuck knows )

...

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foxes don’t wear gloves ( an old poem of mine )

…

foxes don't wear gloves

& i've never seen a bee

don a bonnet - in or on it


foxes don't wear gloves

no,

none of the above

...