a load of old bollards

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b elgian barn owls
betelgeusian butteries


o peratic opticians
ox-eyed daybreak


l evitate like ladybirds
listless lies londinium


l unar sea shanties?
lo, the larking lollards sing


a ntlers on a postcard
actium – but fought on land


r aspberry ripples in
radio wave functions


d enmark is an urban myth
diabetic dodos suppose


s trontium dogs bark
somewhere in limbo landfill

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of the tangibles –

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minding your missives
like so & so’s post-it-notes
( please excuse the gaps )

the last gasp staggers
on let’s bee avenue
( perhaps – the mishaps )

rearranged faces
of the tangibles & not
( guess which one frowns next )

you became paper
scribbled with the spider’s ink
( black plus white is grey )

now is yesterday
then is when the cowslips come
( home from the green fields )

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with misty limbs

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ghost lit passages
suddenly a human form
displaying phantom hands & heads
lo, the nature of
shapeshifters & uncarved blocks
let’s begin with misty limbs
sooner than a once
bonces unravelling
illusory balls
of baling twine – not string
– hark, the herald hedgerows sing

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another winterish acrostic

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w elly weather then
westerly downfalls


i t’s muddy underfoot as
invaders cross the sea


n ot a bee bumbles
no rose other than


t he hellebore blooms
twilights haunt too soon


e verything is cobwebs
eggs in a casket


i dle as the catkins purr
in between warm fronts


s outh east sunrises
snoring dormice


h urry old codger
home before the puddles freeze

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alt scribbles

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henry the bloody eighth
will soon be henrietta

never underestimate
alt-historians

they’re proper gobby
like the climate changelings

in hi-vis orange
lost without a rhyme

as now is the sound
of the chatter on twatter

& dead sheeran lives
in this golden age of beige

but king charles is not my
elvis ruddy presley

& no flesh android voted
for sausage starmer’s rent boys

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