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Silent

Angelus:

car noise,

rodeo,

stampede!

Five wide virgins

Still nowt doing

Prone

Prone.

Trout Rainbow

Midday blooms

in passing cloud,

Brrghhh.

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Turn up heat.

It is

Garlic bread still

under grill.

Cheerful tunes

trill ditties,

twee baroque

flute and warble

while We

observe the fig tree

perspicaciously.

Please Release You

James Orchard Halliwell-Phillipps

Let us cry together and laugh alone,

change is as good as a rest, we all say.

I wish we could come up with something new

from time to time, or just start crying,

go to bed, make an early night of it.

Then I could laugh myself to sleep again.

 

The Dream Workshop

trepanning

Take the air, the quack

said and so we

caught the only sun,

the rest have weekends off,

shining on the righteous

who know who they are,

or have been, or keep trying.

 

 

The unlucky ones,

the unrighteous rump,

get no sun,

they know who they are too,

and can’t or don’t want to

do anything about it.

At night they become the majority,

there are just a few

righteous burning most nights,

but they cast no shadow then,

they are the ones

dreaming the same dream

on that special night.

 

A night that everyone has sometime,

whether they deserve it or not.

A dream like this.

Naps

elephant boy

So slept,

heavy warm

lush

day sleep,

like a child

to bed

in daylight

to wake

in daylight

an eyeblink

then

an eyerest

now

 

Libretto

HST

Cloud cover.

giggle of spoon

on plate.

Dishing up dinner.

Smells sound

Shoelace

Ben

Remember me?

Remember –

You forgot me not.

Me?

You?

Well…

To be honest

Undone

Bedraggled

Doggo.

Look after yourself.

Cheers.

A. Frayd-Nott.

Haystack in a Needle

Mammoth

A faff later…

and another…

piss,

banana, mars bars…

squid farts…

 

By

Black

Box

 

Poetic Champions Decompose

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She Sings Good

Way downstream in

Sleeping Waters rise

Spring tides surge.

How very dare I meet her now,

brave the dangerous voyage?

The grass lies down in the valley below

Where milk cows ominous sit.

After hands work scripts that never end

Dawn to dusk when the cuckoo spits

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