the arse of zen

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the arse of zen ( nez fo esra eht )

jack o’ lanterns jump

phantom wafts in twilight fly

from the farting marsh

spinning in july

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spinning in july ( yluj ni gninnips )

 

 

sweating in cagoules

june’s the stuff of ghouls

calendars & spools

flutter butterfly

 

spreading like the pox

headless chickens box

poets picking locks

lows within the high

 

scatters on the graphs

as a badger laughs

over clovered paths

swirls the dervish sky

 

twisting with the tales

daze within the dales

grasses fade to bales

buddleia & i

 

kiss the tips of tors

as the blither roars

scratch the backs of doors

spinning in july

 

blending with the breeze

brambles grazing knees

scale the changing keys

as the bend is nigh

 

( gasp )