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worries at zero and some parts of London,
my all-time hero, the great Ove Fundin.
Swiss roll and custard and Boot Hill and bikes
these are a few of my favourite likes.

methanol perfume and A Perfect Circle.
Germany now, but for Angela Merkel
no, that's not true, it were but for the rhyme,
Sweden and Ingrid would best please my time.

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dewdrops on noses and pontific babble
loafers and posers and garlic and scrabble
dog poo and spiders and soup of bird's nest
these are a few of the things i detest.

jigsaws and coldsores, neighbours, nosepickers
poetry forums and men who wear knickers
warmongers, winkles, wasps, warts and all
adds to the contents that gives me the gall.

Earth will not share the rafter's envy; dung floors
Break, not the gecko's slight skin, but its fall
Taste this soil for death and plumb her deep for life

As this yam, wholly earthed, yet a living tuber
To the warmth of waters, earthed as springs
As roots of baobab, as the hearth.

The air will not deny you. Like a top
Spin you on the navel of the storm, for the hoe
That roots the forests plows a path for squirrels.

Striking Mother lode
Many light years beyond abode
To enforce our code

Missile strikes attacks
Pushed by political hacks
Innocent deaths stacks

Now t'is the season
For political lesion
Moral depletion

Masquerade undone
Illusive victory won
Moral power gone

If you can keep your head when all about you people are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when everyone doubts you, but make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating, and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise,
If you can dream and not make dreams your master,
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,

Mission Occident
Capital shifting intent
Illegal torment

shuttered exits
only exist in nightmares

head-high weeds are sprouts
to a fence of knowledge

the problem with real
is its reliance on reality

the young and the new
are the secrets of entryism

you aren't ill even if you're sick
until you begin to lose confidence