Stop making that big face!
By span
Poems written at festivals
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The back of my brain is bored
The back of my brain is bored Now that I know writing on camp mats is allowed I collect the little black bugs that nub my collarbone and hold them snug. My face under the coloured canvas is enchanted.
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Air
She took us there to teach us what happens when water leaves a landscape 'Tke me away from the tees' he says in sleep, his nordic slate-grey lake brain ticking over, infecting heat. She tries to help him see between the reeds,
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Bricks, sink things
Bricks, sink things And she wants to tell him that writing a poem is like packing a case that sometimes she finds red seaside buckets moth nusling next to packets of A4 copier paper, thick as bricks.
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Lo-fi
When no one was listening we were cavalier with sound quality. played the moog synth in the bath
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Ready salted
I write poems like lists of things for you to get at the supermarket. I hope you notice 1. mushroom 2. cleaner mean that I want you in aisle 9,
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you interrupt my brain sweetheart
jittering with glass boxes of spogs and tom pips which seem to say 'you interrupt my brain sweetheart'
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Statement
Statement Leaving the Little Chef I say I like the look of Lancashire and with my fist make like a JCB in a bag of pickled onion monster munch.
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