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the sun in her eyes
is making me blink
& her kitchen sink
is everything plus
the sum of these whys
the scattered beyonds
the morning responds
a sneeze of a breeze
the moon is a star
a seven card draw
an evening before
a new afternoon
it happened again
her rain on my face
she left just a trace
confusion still rules
the river between
the banks & that field
& gladly i wield
this crap plastic pen
the spool of a fool
as then in her stead
is songs in my head
so we are both ghosts
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ghosts in between us
historical slags
yesteryear’s ear wax
lyrical, the dunce
counting us in fives
we wear the same hat
seven then sixes
clouds before blueness
libellous sunsets
red herring bone stuff
time is a bellend
– some call it evening
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fluorescent allegorical
post-it-notes proclaiming
that the dog’s gone fishing
& this printer works, for once
( … bloody printers … )
so tomorrow’s yesterday
& your dinner’s in the shed
& other muddled missives
in the tosser’s glossary
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what is the moon? by marjorie flotsam-watson
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what is the moon? i oft inquire this nightly sphere ghost amplifier this lunacy ball generator cratered werewolf activator ~ maybe cheese or lunar ground in thessaly they drew it down or a secret alien base what's beneath that wonky face? ...
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phantom tangents by crispin comma
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tantalising wet wipe ghost sothic cycles buttered toast beowulf & cantaloupes reinforcements lost en route ~ inner-schisms how d'you do? paradoxes foxes too badgers - badges ramparts - rampant same again please phantom tangents ...
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then a blue wind blew by bartholomew gusset
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then a blue wind blew a wind that was blue borderline coarse & touching on lewd i sheltered my ears for fear of obscener as a nun toddled by laughing like a hyena ...
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polly left the iron on by kettle variations
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polly left the iron on polly left the iron on polly left the iron on her house burned down ...
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in my soul there’s a moth by brian cataclysm
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something left a window open in my soul there's a moth & moths are satan's butterflies oi moth - fuck off no, they're my favourite corduroys don't feast on them as well in my soul there's a moth from the mothly realms of hell ...
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butteries batteries by ludwig van jenkins
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i need to recharge my butteries by that i mean batteries i.e exacturrly i'm f*ckin' nackered me ...
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an excuse by nef84ht74wh99.563219p
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radioactive hairy palms pontefract cakes car alarms save the badger raise the vague help us lord golf sale this way ~ neolithic bicycle spokes trampolinists shite on toast bloody werewolves nemesis - fate good evening all & sorry i'm late ...
