Poetry

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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once upon an april

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all is when the river
spins the morning’s mutant blue
then the shepherds dither

where the air refreshes
maidens dance in penguin suits
morris men in dresses

you beyond horizons
ghosting where the milkman floats
soon the welkin widens

when the pheasant’s strutting
then the rest is mustard cress
wishes in the upping

dishes by the plateful
lemon fool & toasted us
once upon an april

singing hymns & choral
come the birds & sweary words
fuckin’ ‘ell, it’s floral

face the rabid badgers
wankers on a mission then
laughing after spanners

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fridge magnet man

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singing us back
mister bump & tickle
tony the tiger
exmoor ponies
next turn for coleslaw

walking pole to pole
freon in his veins
radio derby ram
darth vader’s head
gathering detritus

fridge magnet man
semi-skimmed insides
cool like the blind
with their shades indoors
white plastic skin

him of ants in pantries
humming like a sleeping bee
give him souvenirs
your trinkets & your life
– it’s another stick-up

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another lost poem

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yesterthen’s scribbles

went elsewhere

like your uncle after

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the operation went wrong

since is not a song

or even in key

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croaks the morning pheasant

& big bo peep

– little’s older sister

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retracing steps

the sort that fingers make

is fruitless indeed

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like a greengrocer

that only sells veg

so even no tomatoes

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oh, where art thou?

huffs the pen – like a cow

herd in an unhaunted farmhouse

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darker than before

it’s not in your notepads

or stuffed in your desk drawers

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sputum & dust then

another lost poem

missing – presumed immortal

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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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