dogs

( my other poem is an octopus )

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( my other poem is an octopus )  (  s i x t e e n  l i n e s  o f f a  p o e t r y s  )

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ink of newt & neck of nessy

on the settee spits a yeti

snooker loopy swan the telly

in the pottage - fogs a ferry


telephones & terraforming

tesseracts as babble's warring

belladonna of a morning

onions ring the muddle spawning


ants in pants & panzanella

spiders dance the tarantella

eiders ducking puddle weather

badgers singing a capella


circle earth & firma farrow

murmurations myrrh the marrow

maps upon a magic arrow

chasing phantoms - tracing shadows

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late july

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late july ( another fucking poem thing )

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it's pebble-dashed upon this day

it's this 'n' that beneath this grey

it's muddled socks so on i plod

as summer seeps & weeps away


it's fading clasps that clutch at straw

it's fledgling flaps - handbags at dawn

it's jumbled gist of in a bit

as ivy climbs & fungi spore


it's overcast & bales of hay

let's stick to facts as branches sway

& almost nod their sort of bobs

the crops concur as oxen neigh


it's mish 'n' mashed again once more

the river's smashed - last night it poured

when cellos pissed & now this mist

as swallows flee & autumn dawns

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the dog in me

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the dog in me ( some poem )

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the dog in me

barks up wrong trees

in wrong spinneys

isosceles


or woods - maybe

dogs don't eat cheese

in wrong spinneys

i'm not maltese


knobbly knees

the dog in me

barks up wrong trees

perchance a sneeze


no dogs don't ski

in wrong spinneys

please stroke me please

i am flea-free

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