false starts

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false starts ( strats eslaf )

it wasn’t dark or stormy
but stars above cried night

the rain in spain is spanish
the snow in togo’s fake

i’d never seen a goblin
until i met your mother

the road ahead’s behind us
another circle forms

so wear a pair of waders
the towpath’s underwater

the ice in iceland’s dry
according to a stagehand

alas, today’s tomorrow
the calendars a colander

& then we all ate coleslaw
upon your uncle’s elbows

a poet sang a sonnet
so all the jackdaws yawned

she is dicing onions
& weeping like a bellend

an ombudsman is born
so try to look exited

i thought that ingrown toenails
were just another urban myth