Last night as i lay dreaming
of pleasant days gone bye
my hear and brains went roamning
to the two islands i did fly
on questions i now row oh now
to the answers island call, ask
Whatever (effin) happened to
this List?
well *adverts* there ia *advert
adverts all the time, now and
thenan obituary and then some
more adverts oh yah bye bye
they told mne that thec adverts.
wld make my Knoin beef not effin
turn up at table wiv pomme de
frittes, but never hail, never
bent, our knees art at our well
never ever bending but for
International lore, national
links are brilliant But of
poetry what is don't believe
and t do not anymore try
the evidence is true, this list
it is not dying no yah and gra
with Us well, here is a chance
*to state the case for po a ha
a tree"
~
Excellent call M not in with
the same prognosis - assessment
at a Spa where the women and men
stare cold into the two cliffs
division-stream of a river run
boldly for the dan art and eces
KF fry at t S teliotic undermesh
kit fries when spitting diamonds.
Ramsey, maybe he's to blame, lout
effein sniper demolition chef
out the effin Kitchen, get K in
to have a pop, swift and sure,
moire dropping smooth in class
and yr right, lots of brave
questions. Well, we just can't
help believing what the King
of rock 'n roll sung to Us
this time the stasis is here
to stay, but for just one day
that's all time took, a poem
faith, prayer call for form
and worth can't help believing
well worthy poetry just can not
help lying, erm we just cannot
help when believing, to love,
Rupert mallin, i wld gra agus...
discuss the current droll reception of owt exciting. It because we just have
to do it, what Mairead is bravely, warmly and with great aplomb and success,
stealing Evvers path of parish in the NE, 12 disciples smimmering, addiung
to the lustre of eye, red glow of our leader who can effin hold her head
high and i may be supporing you, re0-unionising with our talented jammie
leader having a great time, being dead happy, doing poetry in somewhere she
can just be herselfm happy composing and practicing, her own belief, very
high. affirmational ballast at an all time business, well i am really really
pleased for everyone, scrap today, Parthalon has gone, alas
poetry is a church of faith in fiction, a poetic, an assemblage, a mask an
impulse at source and utterly unkwoable to all but we who are born to bore,
at exciting places, like festivals, like sound eye, where i may attend,
after Ledbury where i am going to sort out a few fawns refusing to get real
and bend their knee to Mairead, hail yr leader, are we united british and
irish poets, or a bunch of walking adzza practice, gurning online, Fryatt,
she know how to slice, wheatley, o'reilly, riley at Hollands, trying to sue
successully a suit for fair play, whilst i...barred, tossed aside by all
rags but this, my final portal in the heavy oppressive storms of the lone
unaffiliated verser, no patron saint Hilda or stan, but al and jack,
Fitzgerald bhard..
Wishes, Rupert
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