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Mauden – Nite Male Rubba Dub.

Heads up, there – A Riviera!

No Pushy-Pushing Now.

 

Duck the Punches! No pulling mind.

Here comes delight.

Da-da-da-dumdum.

 

Sing a Song of Songs sung Blue.

From Synapse to Prolapse:

A Curt History of Rapture.

 

Psychosyllables care of Dr. Egg;

tosh-tish-tosh;

plinketyppyplonk.

 

Bad reviews, bad previews –

Bumful of bad bananas for the drop.

Plop.

 

Hanging is ungood for the hangee.

Flash-flesh-flush.

Press & Whoosh: all dunned.

 

Mr. Turd says,

‘Now wish your wands!’

Now.

 

Go think yourself as water,

as liquid water under ice,

uninstilled.

 

Like this: churning, filling, spilling, welling,

willing, milling. Flossing.

Morris Flossing.

 

Big chews and tobacco spats.

A la mode:  Discommode.

The  Carps Barp.

 

Skinflicks

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Whither the day, whither the morrow

Head full of pain, heart full of hollow

 

History stopped this morning at Ten

The Pinkos have got me corralled in the Pen

 

Biding my time, postponing the Craic

Till hell freezes over and heaven smells black

Bold Turkey

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A Prial of poems

about giving

up

 

using cigarettes

as a metaphor.

Smart, uh! Believe me!

I’m a Vicar

Kneading

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mould

a

boulder

on

a

shoulder

 

Sheer Good Fortune

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…3hrs on a Prox,

the clock struck a passer-by,

who,

deeply gashed,

hailed a passing ambulance on its way,

as luck would have it,

to

a

Sepia

Krankenhouse.

Dejeune Dada

To Whom It…

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Every morning while

jumping up and down

Call out the names of

those you wish the best.

Do any of them live with you,

in the same flat or house,

the same shanty town,

sewer, shop doorway, aqueduct…?

Or someone who won’t get up,

left their shit in your way,

left the toilet seat up, snores,

had their head chopped off,

talks endless twaddle…

No?

How very surprising.

Now

Have a Nice Day.

Food is Love

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Bury your knee at wounded heart
marry a buffet saint
Nigella’s got

Two black eyes
Mary Berry ain’t.

Stomping on the Savoy!

Sick Note

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A phone rings,

it is a doctor.

He say:

‘I will be late.’

‘Okay’, I say,

‘so will I’.

We laugh

Out loud:

‘Bye-Bye

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