Poems

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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( random author notes )

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penned upon a wednesday
in your milkman’s mausoleum

written with squiddy ink
but no roadkill blood

possibly alt-clerihue
or confused haiku

garbled like a rewilded
gardener’s tongue

padded in places
mainly a-4 lined

nothing of note, nope
only notation

just the shapes of apes
yet may may contain

nuts & yet september
is the best month for it

before the hedgerows do
one like this poem

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feeding the redux

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back before your ghost is born
bleating like a pygmy goat

breathe another biscuit tin
kiss a swan – & dawdle on

bite another bulletin
let the morning coffee sneeze

bring a pen of burning gold
older than the bastard hills

blear another clearing here
sliding like a trombone nose

billow, if the pillow speaks
cast a net of castanets

unarrange the normalcy
every daze – the beans & we

bless id us & sun above
when forever’s floating forth

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