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life-sheet  (  s o m e   p o e t r y  )

…

the world is damned

the world is fine

& some say both

at the same time


the ironed shirts

are now more creased

as wars rage on

let's fight for peace


life never ends

we're dead from birth

we came from stars

this is our earth


folk tales lie like

the myth of self

- oh look, a ghost

& there's an elf


we're free to feel

the glow of odd

yes god is love

but not your god


sixpences can

turn in a blink

when everything's

a kitchen sink


each sheep's a sheep

each bird's a bird

all words - well they're

just fucking words


in summary

there is no sane

when bollocks rules

when nonsense reigns

...

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blame the uncles  (   a   p o e t v e r s e r y i s m i z a t i o n a l   e s s a y  )

…

honey suckled dusty knuckles

hens are bumbling in huddles

stuff in bundles, shush a mumble

english shit - don't give a fuckle


up a muscle trouble funnels

gemini eyes seeing doubles

ape-scrapes drunk in monkeyed tunnels

personally i

blame the uncles

...

~

free stuff  (  &  a l m o s t  a  p o e m  i n  p l a c e s  )

…

well this poem is free

like the air that we breathe

nettle stings to the knee

herpes or leprosy


shit in skips dumped on streets

something about deep seas

birds, mountains or the breeze

bogof starting from g


found - picked lucky pennies

conversations with bees

plenty of galleries

or our hedge-foraged teas


scrumped apples for scrumpy

found wallets ( notes, many )

or a fucking oak tree

yes

this poem is free

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