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armpits are bottomless ( a n o b s e r v a t i o n )
…
armpits are bottomless
that's your arse-bit
'tween hairy cheeks there lies
yonder dark pit
both are pure poetry
listen - hark it
armpits are bottomless
that's your arse-bit
...
( ? )
nipping out
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nipping out ( ? )
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my shaky knees they face the breeze a sneeze achoos statues say cheese the sky it groans in sun dialled tones as bees bumble in bungalows a jigsaw jigs as shovels dig above my head hand glides a pig oh holy cow, a rose hip bows some mystery is there somehow plus shit it creeps, them oblique speak of normals stuff the cupboard's bleak an elbow sighs as blankets dry pure pantomime aye - slap my thigh a polar bear swallows the mayor as tyre fitters are going spare my shaky knees they face the breeze to yonder shop go knees & me ...
that voice somewhere
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that voice somewhere ( s o m e ? )
…
strip naked & then
smear your bod
with plum jam
then wait for those wasps
with their sting
after stang
incessant that hell
you're in sheer
agony
then wonder
oh why
do you listen
to me
( ? )
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the gate-rule-code
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the gate-rule-code ( s o m e v e r s e )
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trespassers will be spotted
then swatted like a fly
plod free but respect boundaries
within this countryside
so leave open gates open
& keep them closed gates closed
climb at their hinges ( if needs be )
this is the gate-rule-code
or sheep flocks will get muddled
cows will follow you home
the farmers will retaliate
stay thinking as you roam
enjoy these fields & pastures
their changes through the year
yet keep in mind all of this time
you're far from alone here
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be a duck
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be a duck ( a v e r y m o d e r n e s s a y )
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anyone can be duck just quack & waddle that's a doddle ...
beneath them pines
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beneath them pines ( s o m e v e r s e )
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beneath them pines
those pinely trees
i pause to feel
a timely breeze
then sense the scents
which remind me
of toilets clean
thrones for queens
beneath them pines
there evergreen
thoughts of first cars
fresh as taxis
disinfectant
my mind is free
to dream of these
beneath pine trees
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the man with a mouthful of flan
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the man with a mouthful of flan ( r o p y l i m e r i c k s r u s )
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oh the man with a mouthful of flan
yes his words are hard to understand
so he muffles his way
through his pastry-based days
conversate with this man - if you can
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that’s the badger
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that’s the badger ( s o m e v e r s e )
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as toads they crawl
as deer they stagger
& vipers stir
slithers the adder
as jacobs climb
up their stepladders
& crimz strut with
a certain swagger
as flies they hide
from the flycatcher
& fools blather
jibber then jabber
as raptors soar
& squirrels gather
i spot a brock
aye - that's the badger
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multi-faith appeal
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multi-faith appeal ( some ? )
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i am the vicar
entranced by your flicker
& i'm the iman
lured to your
flame at night
i am the lama
that goes where your glowing
& i'm the rabbi
frozen in
your headlights
...
bloody intros …
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bloody intros … ( another stab at the shit but not a shit-stab )
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once upon a whirlpool with a flemish welder accordion legend & privy the elder lift that curlew curfew shout it down the cloisters where dusty nuns shuffle & them wrong'uns loiter everything's a jigsaw ballet, bats & ballads watch those statues blink as cannibals eat salads elsewhere pastry's flaking slowly stirs yon field mouse judge's wigs fool no one welcome to my tree house ...
resarf poetry 