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telling them
"I am an engineer, and I have made crepes oiseau"
Rev the engine, just like scary crazy guys at Eastern Creek
and have a heart,
because the party one has that night with the MacHeaths of Lille
are good times.
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requires for the one with few tools
to be incredibly swift
and deft;
and static tears
in howling storms
for all the sparrows that have died.
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There was a face
visible in the landscape painting
that meant really
it's-all-weird
Which is Ancient Greek translated into Modern English for
"everything is beautiful in its own way"
your frowning sounding board face
the face that left an imprint on the mirror
in torrid delight kissing the Cheshire Cat
the face of Orpheus bent
after many attempts of the brick walls
"between 9am-5pm No Understanding"…
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the heart's shortcomings
quietening to dark apparition
open the windows now
to hear a psithurism
that pets Our singular tortoise geography
with the seven swinging eyes.
The citadel ahead in the haze
was claimed by a tricoleur
on arrival it housed only a scavenger's romantic circle
suspended vocations on retaining walls
installed like paleolithic homeware paintings
that is, with the sense of homely…
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JRR Tolkien's wife's favourite son the good writer called the second.
the boy went 'aye aye father' like a harry potter thirsty for knowledge
'You know, the Second? My favourite words in the English language are 'cellar door' not because of its meaning but because of its sound...'
and the young JRR Tolkien II said 'really? come off it dadsy!! you like that word because we have got the 8kb video…
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the jigsawed labyrinth
by the lifesaver of a Hart's eye
as if by tectonic dynamite
spilt milk on my splintered feet that walked
amongst a contraband of jasmine
the starless sky sent me no message of other gardens.
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A deliberate experimenter walked and smelled rosemary bushes
with an immediacy that endured rains,
worms and summer.
Found on someone's wrought iron fence
a bag of rosemary lay hanging with
a sticky note - "Take as Much as You want"
smelling it, taking it in, dancing with it, cooking with it, throwing it around
like salt for luck
the deliberate experimenter had rosemary as
their flatmate
even put rosemary to their…
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The best writing hits all meridians, animal migrations,
plant anemophily and integrated circuits, species-[stop]
human senses faculties
[stop] the totalities of codings metaphysical and pre-
codings systemic and subversive Polonium dug from earth
smelling salt to electricity pulse [stop] storm by trap door fin
every page turned is a feast
every king is slaughtered [stop]
the grave digger sighs rivers[stop]
your pen…
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