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Schrödinger's Squirrel

There’s a pome in that blog post,

Chère maman, chère maman,

There’s a pome in that blog post,

Chère maman, there’s a pome!

 

Well, so what, cher Henri,

Cher Henri, cher Henri,

Well, so what cher Henri,

Well so bloody what?

 

I don’t bloody well like it,

Chère maman, chère maman,

I don’t bloody like it,

Not one little bit!

 

Well, say so, Cher Henri,

...

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Sleeping through earthquakes

If I am your world

with my head lying on your chest,

then is the b-beat b-beating tectonic plates?

Is your heart safely caged?

Can I lift my head or will you break?

You are the love between my legs.

You are my love, between my legs.

Are you the birthmark on my flesh?

It beats: s-stay s-stay...

Is your heart safely caged?

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We wish you a British Summer

You see the chavs unveiling torsos
Which fashion hair that always grows
The shorts his distant cousin wears
Showing us sights that only scare
The ice cream man appears once more
Serving melting ice cream through his door
You hear the neighbours having a Barbie
An hour or two later they sound rather barmy
The neighbourhood drunk stumbles as usual
And vain young girls become rather delusion...

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The City Shadowed

This poem is about growing old.

 

The City Shadowed

 

I cannot remember my name. And

where I came from. Or when I came here.

I am not from this place, this city, and

its silent people, its pale-vaulted sky,

its black shadow silhouettes

flickering lightly across blank walls.

 

Here the bar staff talk in lilting Irish

cadences, and look straight through you

as ...

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