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Wonderfield

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Purple sloping Wonderfield

Bog cattle hugging below

Sat like the statue thinking

Halfway up on a blasted stump

Beneath a humming pylon

Beside a scruffy gorse

Sits a painted horse

Myrtle twizzling track

Made respectable by

Tarmac and white strips

Desiccated coconut flakes

Magnolia and cherry blossom

Windblown dusting cows snouts

Makes them shuffle, snort in concert

Painted horse sneezes along aloof

 

Rite

flishuff

a face full of kites & whites

all plot lost to angst

Sorted out my window sill

Nothings mission crept

anguish swept away substance

stupid hat cant rant

House of Teeth beneath

The North face of The Ogre!

Daily melanoma gobshites

West of Eden seething:

bleeding all the way to the tank…

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day dawns grey pink crazy haze

dream genie quits bird for bottle

torpid rush hour to Squit City.

slow sleepy jet trails backward.

Solitary blackbird yawns

when you have read this

check top of head for gaps

Yes?

You just did a pome

No?

Better luck next time

Antipodes

punct

Midships

Yardarm

Squeaks:

Hang This Way Up

At All Times

Made in Australasia

End

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There pros(U)ming sunShine

& forevever puttinG

You down

Day on day and year on year

AndFully so…

Bugger bognor(aegis)

PersoNally I prefeR

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Nona

 

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Bird has got to fly

Poets gotta sing

the truth

Maya angelou

Sang to me sotto voce

Like a freebird that

Could not give

a damme

Or an irish

man

Without

A wigwam

 

 

Oodle

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seasonal despair

annihilation is dead

hope springs diurnal

The Ashes

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The woman at the next table

passed me the ashtray

with a kind and understanding smile.

I poured myself in with gusto.

I do not care for the one

with the mean grimace and fixed gaze.

 

 

 

 

 

Thesaurusitis

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Bribed my memory

To serve me well for a while

Let’s see what happens

The Swim

plunge

 

Refugee bodies

Respectively estimated

Around two hundred

Mass exodus proportions

Rio de Janeiro fishes

Ahead in the polls

Twenty sixteen Olympics

Might be a stinker

Climate change to blame

Too many fish in the sea

Like men

Most worth throwing back

World in terrible chassis

Slumbers

ears

 

Take it easy my fine fellow.

Let the air breathe you.

Cliché-ville in two hours!

Originality

requires effort not force,

focus not hocus pocus.

Step outside your omphalos, Carlos.

See the world as same as us.

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