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thirteen’s dirt-clean ( c a s h b a c k )
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twinkle judas silver shower golden shit 'ole scaffold polish under thunder mud & diamonds rabbits wiping feet on feathers kettle weather teacups gleaming teens & sinking baker's dozen ( dung 'n' dusted ) ...
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shave the captain ( t h e n o t i )
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spun's the sung as hang's the catkin rub the duck & scratch the backspin dazed's the day as string's the fiddle spill the quill & sheet the satin quid's the pro as quo's the latin rose the dog & dodge the gatlin heat's the nose as grill's the griddle toe the flow & feet the famine sheep's the speak as creased's the napkin tongue the rung & bung the chaplain rain's the lane as drum's the drizzle match the bat & catch the last in whirr's the spur as ant's the admin dance the prick & dick the hatpin whip's the ship as slip's the nipple serf the wave & shave the captain ...
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turnip wars & turpentine ( a true story in scraps )
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turnip wars & turpentine smashing boars & borderlines scabby knees & monkey cheese crumbled walls where ivy climbs lizard tongues & alkaline acid licks & lichtenstein a.b.c's & antifreeze echo through the chorus line chickenpox & melon vines paradigms & minus signs rotting peas & tossing seas winter hides in summertime belfry bats & calamine plastic pants & pantomimes ropy trees & smoky keys broken bits of biscuit rhymes ...
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odd bless this grim ( a trueish story )
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the dales are veils - the hills are still the sun has paled beneath this grey that here wassails & wails its will from vaults above upon this fray the rain is hail - the sleet is sheet the clouds are shrouds of drunken dim the gale exhales & quakes the wheat no bird is heard within this brim the quail has bailed - my quill has chilled its ink has failed as curates pray for gold & ale & sleep & pills as trees sweat on & mad dogs stray the nails are snails - the streams are streets the cats are hounds - the wind has limbs these days i crave - their taste is sweet my frown they drown - god bless this grim ...
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the sun is my witness ( some crocus-pocus )
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the sun saw it all as the sun is my witness no nosy sorts gawped then oft justice is witless but above me truth shines as wigged types are thinking my eyes look to wise skies first squinting, then blinking ...
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all schooled out by dangle dingle dingle dangles
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if poetry told you to jump off a cliff onto the hard rocks oh so far below or rob a bookies stockings 'n' sawn-offs ' give us your money ' I hope you'd say no if poetry told you to throttle mother then your stepbrother in some mad kill fit then please ignore it poetry's wicked the dark beyond us a true little shit ...
