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July | 2009 | burslem is bohemia
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All humans are the same. Anything but fucking poetry. Monthly Archives: July 2009. July 15, 2009. Stutter briefly over glass. Beaded waters waning west. July 14, 2009. This house, if i return,. Will i still recall journeys. North in the fading light,. Waning spires and blanket towns. And the vast silken river,. Shimmering back at us,. The prairie-wide road,. The stud-lettered cinema,. And the humming tarmac,. Boiled-hamburger pink –. And the distant corner,. Around which lies Christmas. And bay window,.
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All humans are the same. Anything but fucking poetry. December 13, 2010. As if through some forgotten fault. A rugged asbestos spire purports. Unappointedly above its urban parapet:. This is the inauspicious bishopric. That deconsecrated your wing. And disarmed your prayer. Internally, your landing gear regressed. And your wing-tips dimmed as gently. As the sundown of a pilot’s eye:. Dreaming elevators being lately unexercised. With inevitable time the creeping ivy awakens. Look – the provost 88. Enter y...
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December | 2010 | burslem is bohemia
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All humans are the same. Anything but fucking poetry. Monthly Archives: December 2010. December 13, 2010. As if through some forgotten fault. A rugged asbestos spire purports. Unappointedly above its urban parapet:. This is the inauspicious bishopric. That deconsecrated your wing. And disarmed your prayer. Internally, your landing gear regressed. And your wing-tips dimmed as gently. As the sundown of a pilot’s eye:. Dreaming elevators being lately unexercised. With inevitable time the creeping ivy awakens.
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October | 2009 | burslem is bohemia
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All humans are the same. Anything but fucking poetry. Monthly Archives: October 2009. October 23, 2009. Train windows would appear to offer. A double-glazed derive for the goal-getter. Or time-limited, terminal, declining commuter. But no. because instead,. Bygoing england will embalm you like linen. And you’ll never pause to check your make-up. Until one day, somebody arrives to dig you up. Then, remarking upon your preservative sheen. They’ll leave little marks on the safety glass pane. October 18, 2009.
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December | 2009 | burslem is bohemia
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All humans are the same. Anything but fucking poetry. Monthly Archives: December 2009. December 21, 2009. And its shooting gallery. With its blistered tiles. Snow-flecks on his eyelashes. And the roll-up poaching. Milkily in his skimmed complexion. Blog at WordPress.com. Blog at WordPress.com.
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November | 2009 | burslem is bohemia
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All humans are the same. Anything but fucking poetry. Monthly Archives: November 2009. In the bleak mid-table. November 21, 2009. Shovel back the gloom:. The sometime sodden shroud. Dusks the winter skyline. A huddle of stands. Shirk the prying Skerne:. Quakers versus Stags,. In the bleak mid-table. Gabbiadini glides and gleams. As an uninhibited stream. Cuts across a misty moorland and. The ball simply follows. November 16, 2009. In raucous turn of flight. Their squealing ancestors daub.
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January | 2010 | burslem is bohemia
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All humans are the same. Anything but fucking poetry. Monthly Archives: January 2010. January 27, 2010. Upon your dead face. And we evacuate the city. January 4, 2010. 8211; like a prose poem. January 4, 2010. Also applies to money-grabbing bastards the world over. Rendered in frames per annum. Whose moment of impact. Corpus at the moment of damage. January 4, 2010. 8216;s intents and purposes. And how easily the “i”. Can be picked from. A card index,. As a creature,. Ripped, wrung, overdrawn.
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All humans are the same. Anything but fucking poetry. December 13, 2010. As if through some forgotten fault. A rugged asbestos spire purports. Unappointedly above its urban parapet:. This is the inauspicious bishopric. That deconsecrated your wing. And disarmed your prayer. Internally, your landing gear regressed. And your wing-tips dimmed as gently. As the sundown of a pilot’s eye:. Dreaming elevators being lately unexercised. With inevitable time the creeping ivy awakens. Look – the provost 88. Create ...
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Is it just me? | not funny ha ha...
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Not funny ha ha…. Is it just me? May 4, 2007 at 3:37 pm ( uncookery. What I can’t do is make a cheese sauce. Or a white sauce. Or anything involving the cooking flour and butter together shenanigans. I can do tomato sauce. I even almost made a mushroom cream sauce the other day. I may be beyond help. Please stay here and look after me. May 11, 2007 at 2:12 pm. Why anyone bothers with the ‘official’ method is beyond me…. May 13, 2007 at 2:37 pm. I see a canneloni in my future…. June 26, 2007 at 7:27 pm.
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About the Bird… | not funny ha ha...
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Not funny ha ha…. About the Bird…. Previously chirping about all matters involved in attempting to live an ethical life, the Bird has risen phoenix like in a new incarnation to answer the eternal question – are you trying to be funny? Yes please. birdy dot chirp at gmail dot com. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. About the Bird….
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