Muffled behind cloud
Dragged into pieces
Before chloroform
picture
Miffy put you in
trance
Beware of caged eyes
A dragon cocks his
eye
Brindled Schwarzenegger
Forlorn kisses in
dark alley
Muffled behind cloud
Dragged into pieces
Before chloroform
picture
Miffy put you in
trance
Beware of caged eyes
A dragon cocks his
eye
Brindled Schwarzenegger
Forlorn kisses in
dark alley
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Tempered crumpet dials and measured in real-time handjive
Fustian straps calibrate as drizzle descends
Laughing into sleeves
Weeping into buttered curlcoms
Dossing off as tosser clerk folds his inspection limpets
The crass see-saw filching of prev.
Inspection racket is burnt into timbered eyes
As grass is chewed in far-off colony
Stroppy cats and plagued by offending treasury cow
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As Jack Slazenger drops to his wheels
Of bone dust we riddle the edifice
Of the drag-chamber underside
Tunnels of cheese whistle and blend with cream
Butter drips salt fashion
In a medley of pingous melting matters
derty fangle musiac
Of frayed string in mouse-hole corner
Butchered tethers, gradually skinning refusing blistering
corn shield
In franked disused muddle
Lofthouse repaired from sketchbook
Smurf patterns gradually emerge amongst glowing debri
Forged bullgro insidious hatching devils
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Of fish battered and fried in oil
Braved the storms with carefree galloping gait
rival pigeons are
groaning at lack of weight in crow’s bones
fossils are revealed as the wash descends
back into primeval cupboard
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And so magnetic wheels
Are freed from their once rightful place
And Siamese twins are detached
Wet cloth pamphlets
From bygone times
When sun did shine
For weeks on end
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And bird scrapers beak action
Radio static grazes the airwaves
Combustion chamber echo dogs
Lark streaks R4
Vegetable turtle bubble
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caramel horse
popinjay fudge
echo chamber
breaks standfish
night howl
encumbered by rot and grayfish
robert robot mid 2020
Robert Robot
Selfish rubber boots wearing thin
A small fragment of glass lodges above upper lip
Glimpses of moustache
Poked a hole
The cruets are dipped in low fat salad dressing
Holes dug out
And refilled
Timeless manoeuvre
And catching spilt oil with a dishcloth
Removed salt from diner table
Cramps up and gobs up breakfast
Salt and licking plaster
..here are some poems we found rammed between some Thomas the Tank Engine film reels...
UNTITLED
Scundered
filsh into webchats
A psychonaut
carrier dragged to the bottom of the ocean
With
clay headache dances into web cotton panedrome
‘who
will be my lover’ a remembered whistle into bovid dayscheme
Frantically
tugging a chain, a gift from a mime in factory town
Semantics
copied out into chug-boat
Drawing
vulture copy into paper chap book
‘everyone
needs a reason to rise in the morning’ chugs Tommy
Chuggin
milk drinks from the calcium bestiary
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As
sundry ballings taped off the telly
Are
romantically chewed between lovely teeth
Little
bobby whiplets
Came
creamy from the underside of a value cow
Shletered
in masses
The
volvo grove peeks out
Between
blistered cheeks
And hiccups like a stewed toddler
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Once taped and replayed
Everywhere seems to be squashed
Into the mind of a quilt
A talky ghost whispers in your face
A faint odour of sham meats
Gustily partaking of roughsex
Positioned equally between trunket and bust
Scotch-tape renders the cracks
invisible
by the way - if you are writing real poems and you say to yerself ' these poems here do not follow the ascribed laws of poetry and are thus rendered futile , sham and dreadful' - i cannot argue with this asertion. fuck it
Tight fist balls limp fruit peelings
From upper pocket pokes cloth calendar
Robot Robert cringes as lowtide strikes
Weeping into a soiled hankie, this can’t be ‘appening
‘twas all a dream
Workshop infants toss around premature pups
As stained-eyeglasses are dipped
Into some pungent X400
That’ll do the job, dad
Was it all a dream? Asks he
As , laying out flat to alleviate bad dorsal, he squares up
his already prominent lower –jaw
Puts trousers back on
Combs hair and folds out penknife
‘this will be what will be will be’ he confusedly mutters
thankz 2 G F Compton 2021