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my father was a ufo |
my father was a ufo
my father was an aircraft ship
my father was a hobbit dwarf
my father was the emperor
my father was the counter–ghost
my father’s post computer |
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autumn |
so what works when you break the day
the wandering back across the town?
you just walked past
spring is just some unnoticed event
and summer
will the bright days merely mean
is that all you see
so where’s the blind watchmaker now? autumn |
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the A rush |
body fade dissolute
the reflections adulated
i shall be the angel of eternity
and you shall be |
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fora |
the night overlong
challenge comes where where
the loud brandish ire won’t think
so what’s it for |
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discard :: 1 |
possession’s ownership discarded
no longer mild nostalgia replayed
no more only opened by my hand
no rectangle again captured sight |
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7 :: 2 |
a machine hammer
but you can duplicate clone you will
a half dozen yous then
dare |
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clip monopoly |
elephant admires ant
stanza & some
elephant admires terrier
pages exact select
elephant admires drunk
hey mr mouse |
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accelerating is language english |
The fear is not of something new
Is this where the phobics herd,
And so I climb the higher path,
I’ve learnt the new technology, |
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antwerp (iii) |
ciao
stretch nederlands
spring breeze table
& one in three
from rotted hearts |
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Nursery Verse For Nursery Heads |
Hear the twinkles scrambled down
Those sneering noises still fix anger
Oh, consumer kings, oh how |
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lines stride yellow |
the roads of then bright
i shall break your bus
school order
we shall unmake your bus
if i plain proud
we shall fust your bus
the once road many go |
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New Year’s Eves |
In a pub of pensioned men
She’s young and tough,
But that glance was mercantile: |
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big town blues (xxviii) |
a land
the ropes may be contrails
falling out the back of
but the seats are
the kind
i walk across them everyday |
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sore did |
i’m out of the colour red
i’m out of the taste of hot
i’m out of the shine in eyes
i’m out of the shock of cold rain |
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plein [B] (i) |
a sow
laden with flush
sat on a sofa
i awaited piglets
but no
swirl pattern
soft pink shirt
a man
battering about later |
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skelet centraal |
tally was 2 u–boats and a minky
skelet kabinet
loss of the country’s largest tourist
skelet kabinet
species had a haremic
skelet centraal
inverness police suspect the terrorist |
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mechelen shine |
moonshine fire cathedral
walk short emptiness de markt
and heavyland target ik zal zien |
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