a squab on the pastures

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a squab on the pastures  (  a  p o e m  )



a squab on the pastures

a squawk on the lane

as rivers are ringing

& swan is the rain


a puddle of rubble

a bucket of gust

as mud is the mother

& summer is dust


( as mud is the mother )

( & summer is dust )

( as mud is the mother )

( & summer is dust )


a hag in the hedges

a boar in the snore

as badgers are warring

& heather's the moor


a rat in the chapel

a hog on a broom

as loon's in the attic

& magic's the moon


( as loon's in the attic )

( & magic's the moon )

( as loon's in the attic )

( & magic's the moon )


or flop in a coppice

a hop in a copse

of oaken-cloaked rowan

& thicket in knots


a piss on a thistle

a cheese in a wheeze

as ants prance the samba

& dance pants the breeze


( as ants prance the samba )

( & dance pants the breeze )

( as ants prance the samba )

( & dance pants the breeze )


a beat in the bonnets

a croak in the code

as bees buzz a sonnet

& ode's in the toad


a squeak in the peaklands

a frog & a cough

a squab on the pastures

a peak in the troughs


( a squab on the pastures )

( a peak in the troughs )

( a squab on the pastures )

( & reader, fuck off )

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gap the mind

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gap the mind  (  a  p o e m  )




gap the mind

finders flea

sleeping dogs

hop on spots


crown a verb

gown a noun

sing a song

pop in socks


dragons snap

grasses snake

adders take

building blocks


badgers cadge

lifts & tabs

'erbal blurs

fog the clocks


crab a pew

pinch a friend

weave the wend

watch the fox


kiss the fridge

shit y'load

hit a road

letters box


pigeonholes

kettles drum

snares & hares

chickenpox


burst a bird

nurse a turd

fuckin' words

dot the dots

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poetry’s a dick’ead diary

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poetry’s a dick’ead diary  (  a  p o e m  )





poetry's a sad nymph weeping

poetry's a spring lamb leaping

poems are a bunch of words

that we shat out just like turds


poetry's a burnt flag blazing

poetry's half-part amazing

poems are a form of glue

solvent free ( killjoys, boo hoo )


poetry's a sort of anchor

poetry's a fuckin' wanker

poems are a startled herd

poems are a flock of birds


poetry's a dragon - fiery

poetry's a dick'ead diary

poems know a trick or two

yet they're tits

yes, this is true

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rush-job

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rush-job  (  a  p o e m  )





each second counts

time now is squashed

great waves are tossed

against the cosh


not long have i

i'm in a rush

calm's far from here

distant its hush


& yet you there

you gently waft

with breezy ease

you swish then swash


sips of nectar

from supping cups

i'm in a rush

- don't hold me up -

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all clouds above are actors

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all clouds above are actors  (  e i g h t  l i n e  r e a d  )



all clouds above are actors

they're players of the sky

with ever-changing faces

they're thesping as they fly


the plot goes where that wind blows

its pace dictates the speed

at which their story unfolds

'tis high drama indeed

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