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When books are too long,

life is too short.

When books  are too short,

life is too long.

Smuts

 

 

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Daylight

turns up over-clouded,

dampened, colder.

 

Solid,

slow, thick smoke

entranced sundown fires

exude precious little

warmth after dark,

 

Just

steady slow

smoulder, self-razing.

 

Torn up

newspaper, flyers, and cardboard

will leave glowing,

but soon, instantly,

stop, dissemble

And fall in tattered,

flimsy, dark smuts.

Says whose…?

paco

 

Six is now

the new nine.

 

Itchy snitch:

Scratch sublime.

 

Live your life

in one day.

 

Name your date.

Stick to it.

 

Time is a

Conduit.

Strychnine & Gherkins

Hirsed

 

Dream this:

magnum opus lazulies

goose cystic bandoliers,

Daft, soft, puce mask

Blank buttercups

adorn droll seagulls;

Sometimes squashed

sonatas bleed;

small floppy alps

blister the horizon;

gorse wind heathers

Tea Time

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Dark chocolate

digestives?

Three, please

 

A cup of tea

refreshes

Yes does yes

 

Easily could

get into this.

 

Tea at three

dark chocolate

digestives,

 

You and me.

And a

cup of tea

 

No water

Works

 

Hear. Me. Out.

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Here’s how in  

the hear

& now

brown cow

& gate

left open field

as far as

The

Ice Can

Sea.

 

 

 

Jaw Jut

 

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Look at that:

a dogged dog

who don’t play it doggo,

sit when spat at,

beg for his dinner,

or die for a queen…

 

whose bite is worse

than their bark,

you swallow,

gruffly ruminating

over a lamb’s leg…

 

waiting for a pig’s ear,

rueful of the duck’s arse,

sizing up the parson’s nose,

exercising horse sense

with the stubborn donkey…

 

 

 

Goldilocks

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Big foot mantrapped,

Sasquatch chewing,

blood milk lakes,

hairy sunrise.

Three bears dream

palatable porridge.

Goldilocks sneaks in…

You

know the rest.

Big Foot in Mouth

 

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Act your age

Not your

Shoe size

What! I said

Two thousand

Five hundred

Millimetres

A Crock in the Park

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Overseas posting

not good enough,

don’t try harder!

It’ll shine when it shines.

 

Good plop and poem

about New York

by Bugsy Seagull –

something about rap,

 

Drive-by shooting music.

Got the croc &

ref to Prufrock.

Felt great weight

fall from me.

 

Refreshed by

Mountain Fontain

Compulsorally hosed,

Crimped, and pinked.

 

Brunch in Zimbabwe

With old boys

Sporting ties

Old school lies.