he of brighter bicycles

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he of brighter bicycles ( selcycib rethgirb fo eh )

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

( upon reading the label … )

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( upon reading the label … ) by xxxii line read



will contain traces of

some stag & stoat

crisp winter mornings

& arse & scroat


twentieth century

clucked chickenpox

long-lost backdoor keys

& misplaced flocks


confused afternoons &

hot vindaloo

latex gloves & nuts

achoo - bless you


bubblewrapped sundays

& great shapes of ape

inner wind word-pools

& deepest space


will contain traces of

baked bakewell tart

ropy poetry

backsplashed piss art


tea every morning &

a jam sandwich

fucking bollocks shit

some bad language


recycled easters &

mowed astroturf

green of an evening

shrines to the earth


strawberries - hay bales

jigsaws & man

trust me - i am me

or think i am

( ? )

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