There's a trick up your sleeve & a hoax in your coat there's a ruse in your shoes subterfuge - shades of goat. There's a hole in your soul & request from from below yes 'bring me the rest' so mind how you go ...
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identity merger
1st they started wearing more corduroy then they wrote daft ropey poetry then seeped into my dreams then blended with my thoughts - we are 1 single entity 1 name, 1 brain & passport. 1 ...
the bollo king
Nothing is 1 of my favourite subjects. One's become an expert of sorts from a succession of non-thoughts. I would should show you the certificates but they're completely invisible & very intangible plus I've forgotten where I left them. Nothing is 1 of my favourite subjects ...
new strangery who
You aint from around these here be parts have you come to steal our donkeys our carts & rustle our sheep then murder us in our sleep with a musket to the head or rusty tent peg through the heart ? As you aint from these vales & hillsides have you roamed over dales far & wide under various aliases assumed - lies - disguised to come for our daughters our tractors plus wives ? As you aint local-yokel it's true if you were we'd all recognise you so we'll keep our close eyes on new strangery who whilst silently praying that you're just passing through. "Go on, fuck off" ...
this hum
There was this hum in the air from nothing much in particular - just a collective mix abuzz from bits of things & stuff. So I decided to join in & with a Trad. Folk tune didst bombinate - in the hope that music might catch on & this drone elevate then dominate. It remained a solo effort ...
mister roget was creationist scum
Well of course the Thesaurus has been an absolute godsend of a cheeky - handy - sumit else tome, since the time - period & era that its fellow dinosaurs roamed. & hen 1 day evolved chicken pox unwell - the others all got spots & died away, technically a book no, not actually a reptile - but it still it endures now to this so very day ...
a fossil-related poem
Will we too in turn - due course become fossilized, i.e petrified but not terrified & thoroughly behind the times ? Only to be rediscovered & reappear so very alien like a Space Vole or Ginger Chimera ? - 'Look Dad, it's from The Vaguely Poetic Era' ...
umbraless
Could you loan us y' shadow if only for a few hours, under some informal shady lease ? As I was born without 1 - despite not being a vampire, I promise you'll get it all back in 1 piece ...
god in a windmill
I'd love to find God in a working old windmill, or on a moorland walk in Winterland undeterred by the cold plus wind chill. Or larking in my local rec' / park behind the dark side of the slide, whilst childishly pretending that he's still invisible - & then it would be my turn to hide ...
the lord gave us poetry & cholera
Well, The Lord he gave us poetry & cholera. As certain as a sieve with big holes is a colander. & apparently that cholera's the pits, all dehydration & diarrhoea shits. & this is why I'll never be a God botherer ... author notes: some P.C shat & you can't catch it from reading this, sorry
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