Poems

( yet more author notes )

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scribbled in the midlands
by a scroat in odd socks

lit by tealight
up before the farmers

read by smoky fishwives
praetorian gardeners

rabid traffic wardens
& seasick oceanographers

at least it’s not the sobbings
of your godmother’s sonnets

or the catatonic purrs
of your long lost uncle’s prose

may contain monkey
nuts & the other

best before last century
peaked in antiquity

i blame the belgians
the gypos & the methodists

sod this for a stare-off
with a freshly painted wall

( huff )

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snapping time

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the light inside

beyond stained glass

windows glows &

winter’s wind blows

her bright teeth bite

the seventh was

a pair, those two

so number five

& man alive

it can be this

don’t focus on

the moon within

or come what make

straw manifest

your own nowhere

so don’t go there

o’clock

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february – so february

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february – then february
fifty p in change, please
late winter sunshine
a glimmer on your shoe
– a crocus or two

february – yes, february
four candles for candlemas
not fork ‘andles
that’s the two ronnies
xanadu ron-ron

february – oh, february
a valentines note
from the munter of my dreams
stroke terrible nightmares
but bugger all from you

february – so february
feathery yet woollen
sweaters sweat atop
of stringy thermal vests – yes
a heather hair shirt

february – cripes, february
a plump jenny wren
is pecking on my fat balls
– all the birds love ’em
( stop making up your own jokes )

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