May Hay

rippled words
hush up golden
streaks of hay
in May-
sun glimmers on
outcast reindeer
at rosebush stones-
silver moon gleams
with ten harvest spells
across wintery bay

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Hannover Medical School

in your beds
a town burns away
every year

mere
casualties in the sophisticated
battle

your main hall -
a gey concrete upward slab
tears up the sky

inner hall streets
pierce you & link very
nook to no nook

benumb
confuse poor stray
foofolk

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Anne Frank Where! -Anne Cycle Part 1

Anne Frank where are you
Where you are trees grown
Wrens sing larks chant
Wrens chirp, corws crow
Ashes somewhere- spread,
Mixed with soil
Wind blows- you find them in
Amsterdam, Chicago, Jakarta
I feel am lazy. So I make a bowl full
Muesli - pour refreshing, fridged
Milk onto choccie sickled half hollow shells
And crusty com hued flakes-thinking of you
Ye know, I'd chat you up, if you'd have grown to be older
And I travelled in time- I know l'll chat your sis up!

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Valentine Chameleon

Who be my
valentine?
Even a friend'd
do, Tina
said- but how
dare i think
valentine
if C
who i thought be
my friend asked
me not to
contact her
furthermore

pudding china
rang in her
voice still yet
cold pudding
it was- imagine
cold pudding!

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Twin tism

bonds entwined
between two poles:
a sad pole,
a mirthful pole

the sad rubs off on the
joyful, the mirthful
colours the sad pole

a scintillating interaction
springs to life. in my eyes
the poles always stay
connected - like two
dissimilar twins.

but
kid myself not. these
work on electricity
a silent gleam of thunder
visible only to the

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Lush milk cow meads

Cows moon on the feasty lush
under their feet silky strands
of earth's hair- punky green-
the Earth is a punk

but in summer haze,
in summer drought-
Earth grows 80s cool
blonde hair

wind waves hair
a grass hairdo unsettled
copious source
for white flow

creamy bland sweet
noone sees through it

preternatural drink
for a man but he

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