photography

if you were a bus

if you were a bus

i’d sit on your back seat

& rest my weary arse cheeks

but i’d rather you sat on me

i’d gaze out of your window

in between crossword clues

& see the town vanish

the grey becoming green

it’s leafier each blink

as blue rinsed biddies natter

on what to have for tea

& who should win strictly

i’d ride within your frame

& test your braking speed

the tyres & suspension

like a proper fuckin’ wrong’un

who should be on a register

& tagged for good measure

we would sweat in august

but warm a dark december

on the long road home

in the evening’s golden gloam

& then i’d ring your bell

when our stop approaches

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he of brighter bicycles

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he of brighter bicycles ( selcycib rethgirb fo eh )

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i’m a breathing pantomime

sings the scribbled ink

      with some super glue

      stick a pube or two

he of brighter bicycles

an easter egregore

      all is throbbing thickets

      & toads upon toadstools

rabbits not rubble

the catch is in the double

     trembles of treble

      as hares box the air

hespero & i

wandered of a morning

      on the road of romans

      quarrymen & drovers

time is like a light

in the dim of thought

      nought is but an egg

      scrambling the smeg

weaver of before

in the mirror – rayed

      ‘fore the dawn’s middle eight

       & chorus to fade

…

( this little dedication )

~

( this little dedication ) a short made-up list by some twat on the internet

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this little dedication

is dedicated to

susan, igor

jan & stu


peter, michael

rachel & finn

stheno

& gwendolyn


margot, hugo

eve 'n' steve

jenkins' ear

& leprosy


operation

barbarossa

barbara, offa

dave & otters



limestone edges

lecking grouse

plus saladin

the mute church mouse


april, august

then jodrell bank

gleaming great things

& wank

thanks

...

mater nature provides

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mater nature provides by crispin dawdles ( 13 read line )

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we're foraging for our next meal

out in them wilds

we're frisking fields


for juicy moss or budding shoots

the less known sorts

of nature's fruits


we're foraging - berries 'n' nuts

'edged 'erbs - fungi

aye all that stuff


( why )


twenty quid we found last easter

sat on a stile

- free takeaway pizza -

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there shats a plover

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( hangover poem ) by 18 lines of ‘ing read

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in the beginning

there was sober

now bells knell

dogs piss on clover


damn you shandy

your hangover

above my

( head )

there shats a plover


a quiet drink

became bender

gay hunchbacks?

i don't remember


phuket - thought i then

it's december

i now sweat

( like )

a sex offender

...

( not murder )

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( not murder ) by 4 times 2 read line of 

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a pint of mild - a good night's sleep

shat no pants at these words i speak

no fret not as said saying goes

oh i could murder one of those


or kill for as it's just a phrase

besides the moon's in its wrong phase

to stir an urge not that i could

more tea curate? touch wood

touch wood

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