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cut throats & long bows
yes, so the old legend blows
( it’s mud what won it )
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Poems
reassemblia
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everything is cobwebs
send for reinforcements
seventeen hen’s teeth
six hundred rubber chickens
let the bellend begin
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brief refix
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stagnant stags standing
statuesque the stillness
uncracked eggshells
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then when before
that-a-way’s odd socks
& hot chocolate sachets
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music is the muse
of your long lost uncle
let the hedgehogs fly
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super glue the curvature
unarrange the furniture
& lick a puddle’s ripples
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die each dream
the tangible’s a trickster
tangled in brambles
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the moon is out tune
all the chords sound cool now
owls agree with we
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us, the toffee suckers
under twilights treeline
badgering dawn
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promo tossers
…
& your advert goes here
plastered like a gash
postered like lost cats
stuck up like a bank job
( look forward to ignoring you )
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march, march
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march, march
a lion roaring in
like an irate lamb
march, march
a mad bastard hare
is boxing fog & puddles
march, march
the starch on your pants
another laundry daydream
march, march
a troupe of baboons
escaped from the zoo’s confines
march, march
the shape of tomorrow
is leafen & somewhat green
march, march
the cherry blossom zen
overloads – then explodes
march, march
a lamb baas, leaving
like a sleeping lion
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stuck on the sky
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black velcro crows
yes, it’s one of those
stuck on the sky
lost in my true
highness of the welkin
fridge magnet alphabet
cotton wool water
rubbing like balloons
look at those weirdos
floating in sweet blueness
we’re upon the meadows
over earthly clover
in medieval hoodies
longer than a raincoat
not the latest smear
steering clear of drizzle
gawping for britannia
mooning with the moon
this is how the clouds grey
but mayfly live forever
gulliver’s ghost
is a bright white pigeon
nature is my second
cousin twice removed
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trombone
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dogs won’t bury you
or chew you in the bandstand
you juicy trumpets
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outrage outro
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inserting turnips
where the sun don’t stroke
sack the t.v chef
guillotine the d.j
chastise the m.p
rage at the bots
the what’s & the not’s
the lollipop lady
that eats her own roadkill
twisting frilly knickers
y-fronts & what the fuck’s
gasping pantomimes
the a.i e-thot
that ran out of code
so the cloud devoured her
read all around it
the pilchard poet
that wore odd socks again
dot them dots then
droning like a chainsaw
whispering foghorns
huffing all morning
twatting all the mirrors
steaming ’til evening
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the finest ingredients
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five pints of thin air
two snark eggs
sugar-free sugar
salt-free salt
invisible flour
fat-free lard
four straws for clutching
half an ounce of nada
nut-free marzipan
ten spoons of mist
gluten-free gluten
three hen’s teeth
& a great imagination
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p.s spills the beans …
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the butler never did it
they railroaded him too
those sneaky widwits
the typewriter botherers
as whodunnit authors
are yet more rotten apples
& just as bent as coppers
or those limbo dancing hunchbacks
who loiter in the gents
toilet in the park
every friday luchtime
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resarf poetry 