& blue doors

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& blue doors  (  a  t r u e  s t o r y  )




cobwebs & cobnuts

& green fields & eyesores


roses & noses

& seesaws & sea shores


moonlight & morning

& sunshine & gold straw


rat traps & bat flaps

& hopscotch

the black horse



echoes & yellow

& embers & wild boar


mudflaps & strange ways

& grey days & white floors


trickles & ripples

& whispers & wild roars


rainbows on all fours

in new shoes

& blue doors

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squiffy elbows

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squiffy elbows ( 6 quatrains of piffle-vest )

 




feather freckled dinosaurs

finger tingled tidal boars

apple blighted acolytes

chocolate teapot labradors


jackknife island semaphore

junkyard carnage carnivores

serpent laddered stalactites

thunder stumbled underscores


summer sputtered hellebore

mammoth mangled megaspores

silent parrot parasites

peasant pageant petit fours


scrambled eggshell evermore

mustard gas mask guarantors

jagged jawline jacobites

trojan horsefly saddle sore


potion motion sycamore

spiny ivy iron ore

maybe knotted stalagmites

heckled henpecked heretofore


dicey icy sliding doors

drooping soupy superstores

accidental satellites

every twat's a troubadour

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from great urns

~

from great urns ( a smack my keats up versus the met office of a poem )




scattered from great urns above us

spattered bits in bursts of sputter

grey meets green & other colours

life & death are cousin-lovers


staggers here & taps on awning

chattered words & birds as warnings

cakes awake & serpents yawning

sprinkles on a half-baked morning


pattered earth & maybe riddles

jabbered codes of brainy fizzle

muffled drops & building trickles

listen to the summer drizzle

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dearest jenny lind,

~

dearest jenny lind,  (  s o m e  b o l l o c k s  )



dearest jenny lind,

i'm in your fan-fanfanclub

though folk say you sang


like a nightingale but

i prefer them nightjars

barn owls & your fans


dearest jenny lind,

often things get sticky

all is saunad through


too hot then for abba

minecraft or ikea

then come wafts

 of you

( x )

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stern gales in storm drains

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stern gales in storm drains  (  a  ?  (  ?  )  )






there's stern gales in storm drains

& judges in wigs

there's branches called russell

so then

something twigs


fire engines when it rains

with shite siren song

cat burglars stuck up trees

so let's

wander on


- look, judas on burnt toast

he's winking - the scamp

plus bees in yon bonnet

as barns

start to dance


there's presence in present

& past in its tense

there's jigsaws & piss-takes

yes

far too much sense

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