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Midnight

It was ninety eight past midnight

on a shining moonless night

as I walked with flaming fagots

‘mongst the clouded dunes so bright

astride a beetled rhino

in equestrian delight

a band  of jammied pixies

sat and laughed with all their might

 

back a ways a distance

a herd of horn billed bats

thundered masticating

the thrills of gin filled rats

then sunken in de...

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There’s a heat wave running wild

There’s a heatwave running wild

 

Theres a heat wave

Running wild

Oblivious of the borders 

Run by the corporate money hoarders

 

There’s a heatwave running wild

As the stealthy arms of 

a monetary system 

Poisoned with greed 

Consumes everything in its path

 

There’s a heatwave running wild

while the blind insatiable pockets of we want more

And insurmo...

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The Smatterbog

The smatterbog was tepid

Its fluesence slowly heaving

With every gentle billowing 

Of the lively tensile surface 

a fragrant wind was passed

making stealthy breezes

titillate leaves of dew

That shed their droplet treasures 

into the mouths of steaming crocs

as iridescent dragonflies danced 

amongst the reeds 

along the bogsome banks.

‘Twas then the spotted hoary...

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Jungle Breath

Jungle Breath

 

 

she just woke up with jungle breath

lianas swaying left and right

screeching yellow monkeys

had been swinging through her night

 

the tigers eye and serpents glare

snuck past teeth and tongue

leaving there a fragrance

that quite resembled dung

 

crocs lay in waiting

in lakes of rippled spittle

and down along the waterfall

the lips d...

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humour

Riding with the Ghymly

Astride the tri-humped Ghymly

I rode the Widgeon Flat

and tumbled down its windswept hill

to fan the sweating Billawat

 

the drying droplets crystal clear

hit the sands of dime and dust

exhuming humid threads of steel

weaving roads of silken rust   

 

and so I travelled sight unseen

the Ghymlys’ tread was mute

and by the shores of Kodlawudg

I saw the rolling ...

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