Swansea waves words at passing poets

The twenty-fifth day is long and in others souls,

A week later we enter the next chapter with

New raging goals.

Kissing capitalism's ass and not mine

Highway traffic moves in waves,

Or should that be it crawls like a crab

Marrying a woman from East Texas

She cooked Christmas pudding for dinner each night

In peanut and r...

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Dave left to stab an unwary autistic

The loneliness of sand.

The man with the photo left

Leaving small details which invoke a hidden world.

IT’S OBSCENE!!!

Freeing slaves from hidden bondage

Pandora had a lot to answer for

Sand in my toes

Sand in my boots sinking in rotten socks

Memories of Mumbai with my daughter,

Waiting for the monsoon

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Baggy trouser party I will vote for you!

Faded flowers, flowing emotions

Jumping over invisible cats

A stucco heron stalks a halting river

Three bags full, why three, why he, evil be

Evil wears many faces

Ginger Dorris offered peanuts

I bruise easily. My shelter is flimsy

And fragmented. It tastes of shallowed wounds

Sometimes it's a blessing

When a tra...

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Gunpowder walk around, a spark was sobbing

Underneath secrets hopping alongside humans

Inbetween trees weeping in regret

Wet willy, slippering down the slope. Pointing at

Your directionless forehead. Hop aboard the bumpy ride.

Wear a helmet. Your tongue is like a whip... but why!

Tip of the tonge. Sharp or soft

A host of feminist vegans

Lie in a pool of his o...

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Homeless salvation in the snow

Begging barristers of poisonous kingship

My mug of prison tea

Is the hangover drink for me

The morning after a too merry night of play

No regrets until she calls me the following day,

A sparkling jet of water streams

Into the glass

Poetry; art with words

Truthful tunes played by a Pied Piper

Happy drinks, happy times

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