poopling soup recipes #56

there was a cuckoo who hated clocks 
he prefered to nest down at the docks 
watch the souls ship out west  
on a ship called the jest 
that cuckoo waiting in odd worn socks

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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick

poopling soup recipes #66

there was a pot of frocked leprechauns
that buggered with vigor their flock's fawns 
when caught they fled back home  
to their wizard the gnome 
to draw their new flocks using crayons 
 
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authors notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick

poopling soup recipes #103

there's a compulsive liar called jones
whose phone exposed his rotten cell bones 
he's full of hot foul air  
that killed all the care bears 
while raising a brood of faciest clones 

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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick

poopling soup recipes #22

a god passed a tortphant one gray day 
that liked to eat cakes of clay and hay 
he bathed in spiced gold rum
when he was feeling glum
until the glum feelings did allay 

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authors notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick

tortphant-a tortoise crossed with an elephant

poopling soup recipes #99

there was a species called pooman 
who thought gods gave them acumem
so they built a sex bomb
to kiss goodnight at prom
their love preserved in bitumen

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authors notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick

pooman- like a human but shittier 

the sins of the father

Bullyboy stopped
hitting me 
with his 
storm twisted  
windmill blades 
when he began 
storing 
in the schools 
cleaning closet
i had the 
key for 
his 
intoxicating 
chattering 
bottles of gin
he sold 
lunch time 
on fridays 

his customers
included 
the 
emo seagulls 
that flocked 
about 
and the 
type cast 
cool lads 
and the 
hot girls 
they had 
weekend 
parties with 

Bullyboy would 
drop by 
now and then 
after
i'd finished 
my work of
mopping away 
the days 
education 
off the floors

he'd twist
open a bottle
sit at the 
teacher's desk 
and 
chat 
over gin 
like 
we were 
old friends  


he'd been an altar boy
he'd killed his pet dog 
then his folks split up 
his older brother 
was a 
retired lay assistant
as well 
now an  
entrepreneuring bootlegger 
they lived with their dad  
a womanising pilot 
Bully's girlfriend 
was one of those 
"hot new 
asian girls"
and 
when she kissed him 
"her tongue  
probed 
his mouth
like a stiff 
little cock"
he told  

Bullyboy 
retired 
as a student 
joined the army 
got the boot 
for shooting 
his instructor 
sergeant Arse 
in the arse 
and had 
at some point 
exited the world 
stage right 
unforgiven 
by the time 
3 worn out 
scholarly 
years on 
i trudged 
home 
one bright day 
to find a
fantail flying
in and out 
of our 
wolf proof house

mother 
had been chattering 
over
the towns border fence 
with old Iris
our neighbour 
and 
had dark news 
" Rumple
you remember 
that
Father Clown who
chased after us 
to get you 
to be his 
altar boy 
well  he's just
been locked up
for  
sexually molesting 
those poor souls   

my gut chunned 
my head spun 
i finally 
understood  
Bullyboy's
comparison

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authors note 
In Māori mythology, the pīwakawaka (fantail) was responsible for the presence of death in the world.So seen in a house is thought to be  bad luck as it is seen as a  harbinger of death. 
in my poem pīwakawaka is just the harbinger of bad news. 

the one that got away

she was 
gorgeousness 
pearched 
in my 
heavens orbit 
i
drank rum 
she 
drank water 
while 
smoking a cig 

lets go back
to yours 
she said 
interrupting me 
on my way 
to finishing 
my faith 

in and out 
she weaved 
speeding ahead 
of me 
through expensive 
late night shopping 
traffic crashes

crazy bitch 
i yelled 
at bob
the wailing 
car radio
she 
don't know
wheres i live

holy whores 
and 
gifts from hell
i muttered 
as i 
looked through
my dirty 
windscreen 
at the 
mad angel
sitting 
posing
dangerously 
erotic  
on her boot
in her 
thigh high boots 
dominating 
another cig 
in my drive 
i smiled
between the squeaking 
wipers 
not wanting to scare
my 
friday night 
angelic lay
away

after the 
debauchery 
with a 40 oz 
glasss club 
now
in my hand 
i confessed 
i thought 
i'd lost her
she 
laughed 
you brought me back
last week 
you drunk dope 
she squealed 
as she 
punctureated 
her displeasure
at my 
black out 
by 
stabbing me
with her 
burning cig 

shit 
i thought 
as i 
gulped 
some slave rum 
from my 
glass club 
to try 
and 
flush out a memory  
and 
with some relief 
she wasn't 
as dangerous 
a physco
as i thought

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a reaping haiku ⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️

grim watched the parade
lead bullets do a flyby
the dead marching on

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symptoms 2

skyscrapers maws 
chew on flaming paper plane memos 
vain statues 
crumble reflecting the autumn of their posers
rock climbers
cling to the optimistic cliff face even as they fall
spin doctors 
deliver gullible babies into a nation's house
cannon fodder
fertilise  the next generation of ripe sacrifices 

wrecking balls 
swing from steeples hidden under church bell frocks 
political podiums 
stand on immorality termite mounds of ignorance 
soap boxes 
fail to cleanse the befouled mouths of prophets
cult fish 
follow jet streams into burnt cloud pies in the sky
crooked fingers
burn blessings with their erring judging touch 

light bulb 
flickers between realities dark and illusionments  light
paint brush 
smears canvas to erase the artist of their corrupt form 
spoken words 
launch wagging tongue missiles from buried hidden silos 
old goat
propagandist regurgitates their tails while spewing shit
infinities road 
is paved with the genocidal godheads of extinct tribes

old nag 
staggers as the burdens of crossing the finish line nears
dodo birds
waddle down to the street corner to have a flutter
bucket head 
dinosaurs play missing link with lizard people 
roulette wheel 
turns with the speed of an evolving species 
dystopian heart 
is the hole in civilisations dead man hand 

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symptoms 1

blood wine 
transfusion irrigates with drowning confusion 
raindrop entrails 
slide down a drain to pollute oceans
seasick lemons
scream "down the hatch" throwing back salt
torpedoed subs 
rise up choking liver spotted bottle necks
kraken lives 
inside a washed up bottle on a drunks burley
fishing lines
haul in their suicidal thought of the day anchors 

excavators beaks 
pick at heavens  bloody cloud scabs 
cockroach reality 
escapes lucid narcissists dreams 
genie wishes 
transcends scientific tested explanations 
speaking telephones 
exhale opium dreamt up dialogue 
chaos priests  
assemble greed guided algorithm puns
religious pilgrims 
follow the terminological inexactitude axis

callused prayers
lip synced platitudes bring to heel the masses 
parachute whooshes 
dandelion ideological spores terraform media 
deceased estates 
prepare for religious inherited taxed grief
fermented rains 
acid infusion etches under  umbrella skins 
weeping pus 
oozes out through the taxidermy scars 
votive candles
melt into cadaver's extinguished eye sockets

mythos carved 
scriptures into the bones of societies 
composer's bowel 
blasts irritable music beat box syndromes
grandfather clocks 
enslaved cogs to golden their hands 
mannequins clog 
societies idealists broken conveyor system
boner rifles 
black goop seals sarcophaguses pouty lips 
robotic dogs 
fetch the moons their extinct titans threw away 

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