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( yet more author notes )

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scribbled in the midlands
by a scroat in odd socks

lit by tealight
up before the farmers

read by smoky fishwives
praetorian gardeners

rabid traffic wardens
& seasick oceanographers

at least it’s not the sobbings
of your godmother’s sonnets

or the catatonic purrs
of your long lost uncle’s prose

may contain monkey
nuts & the other

best before last century
peaked in antiquity

i blame the belgians
the gypos & the methodists

sod this for a stare-off
with a freshly painted wall

( huff )

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jugband greens

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did the shoot really shoot
like a rascal blowing peas?

or is the shoot forced out
kicking like a drum

major marching on
as march is where the hare

boxes with their silhouette
maybe martians watch us all?

sound is bound in time
& from the thawing ground

goes another gasp
clasping at this foginess

wave with phantom hands
write us all a postcard

too soon like the moon
light reflects the sun’s smile

( ? )

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trickster variations

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he’s banana skins
on footpaths on the sly

& the itching powder
in our restless underpants

he’s that jester’s hat
upon your eggy head

one side is green
& the other is red

he is the laughter
in the dogwood wood

knock, knock, knock
but no one is there – yeah

he is a puzzlesome
whiff in the air

the traffic light sprite
captain spanners

a sputtering machine
& the gum on your flip flops

the answers, my deer
are antlers on a postcard

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