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a scattering of cushions
tulip bulbs
three lucky pennies
a trombone nose
a toothpaste stained shirt
sky blue shoes
strawberry sherbet
cola cubes
yesterday’s headlines
excalibur
occasional table cloths
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Poem
list the present
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puddles, puddles, puddles
strawberry jam
a temporary bus stop
bad nasal hair day
the lab technician’s vest
the florist’s lament
dogs in fog
pickled onion monster munch
mandarin ducks
the ten of ruddy cups
& odd socks as always
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list the past
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road works everywhere
leaky apple cartons
crescent moonbeams
pygmy shrews
bugle head screws
queues to stand in queues
the ombudsman’s chin
the curate’s smegma
stamford street cheese
carpet burns on both knees
snarks in the garden
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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
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what they wish for
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what they wish for by 2 line read
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be careful what they wish for said the actor with a fractured leg ...
( upon reading the label … )
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( upon reading the label … ) by xxxii line read
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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 ( ? ) ...
phantom tangents
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phantom tangents by crispin comma
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tantalising wet wipe ghost sothic cycles buttered toast beowulf & cantaloupes reinforcements lost en route ~ inner-schisms how d'you do? paradoxes foxes too badgers - badges ramparts - rampant same again please phantom tangents ...
then a blue wind blew
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then a blue wind blew by bartholomew gusset
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then a blue wind blew a wind that was blue borderline coarse & touching on lewd i sheltered my ears for fear of obscener as a nun toddled by laughing like a hyena ...
butteries batteries
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butteries batteries by ludwig van jenkins
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i need to recharge my butteries by that i mean batteries i.e exacturrly i'm f*ckin' nackered me ...
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