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IRA LIGHTMAN Ira Lightman lives near Durham in the North East of England. He works part time supporting people with learning disabilities. His new chapbook is a piece on the I-Ching, a concrete poem of 64 word shapes following the 64 hexagrams of the I-Ching and a derived prose poem, with commentary. Published by The Radiator.
JOINT HOTPOT OF JOINTS
Yon double-trouble capsuled no
holy hi-fi hour of viewing
billow forthwith the issue king
rewon either/or young won’t know
within backpack but grown agrees
slowly la-la once he & they
mellow no-no now not slyly
jejune hey-ho for best series
guying ta-ta bluff people hurt
respectful picnic then plies through
windfall jaw-jaw who from God’s Truth 2
denying swiss miss drugged pervert
all tie-dye burying by quarter
meanwhile pell-mell lit charisma
in again-again primetime show
newly hip-hop stands renewing
fuelled oui-oui as any thing
withdrawn blah-blah at last may glow
within cosmos after what seas
duelled can-can of brushed wash free
twice-daily tintin braked but three
companion sinbin months of freeze
luring binman that wanted hurt
temporal tiswas one might hue
meanwhile mamma wakes given to
curing tee-hee dug-up inert
we’ll clip-clop knowing then raptured
funnel braindrain thought still captured
one boo-boo in a way below
no nitwit here burping to sing
more slomo logically linking
line hot-to-trot less now to cow
than moo-moo to chew on the knees
no beri-beri urbanely
more gang-bang possibility
than ylang-ylang underlies
trying wee-wee thus as Herr Shirt
shall yoo-hoo marks of state so you
tell hotchpotch tongue one to construe
feeling cocoa brews from the dirt
all tut-tut found on camera
fragile poo-poo not to bother
doused couscous scalded to breathe
aware zulu as a film that caine
did assess before liveried
so o so no low show to go
breed assgas had some body hid
brains’ tutu haloed in the air
beneath buspass to whom it moused.
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