february …

re reverb

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re reverb ( brever er )

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i, the one man tribe

with me gammy eyelet

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spy a testing tide

turning like a coat

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stitches come undone

salvia is smoking

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snitches see the lightning

pillars topple up

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bolting blue is screwed

salted earth is firmer

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terror is a tool

like an april fool

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laughing as we glow

face the day’s vanilla

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bee the three in we

hiding with myself

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bumble of a morn

when the hedgerow’s calling

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then the other sun

spins in my direction

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flotsam floats away

as the jetsam scatters

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songs beyond the swan

aches & pains – begone

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lines upon a thawing morn

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lines upon a thawing morn ( norm gniwaht a nopu senil )

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under shifting skies
making shapes & chasing tails
crocus focus eyes

on a changeling day
hocus pocus stokes the sun
rivers run away

rabbits hop a skip
badgers prance in cotton pants
as the copses drip

drops upon the crown
little drips of waterfalls
ups beyond the down

west is wetting forth
mister frost is packing bags
jack is heading north

eastern beasts – begone
lo, the melting men of snow
poets scrawling on

all’s a yawning bud
sploshing in this sodden yon
puddles in the mud

trudge in rubber boots
see the streams of in between
– green’s the tulip shoots
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