B Vs S=M

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on October 19, 2018 by malartart

I would rather have the Sins of Baudelaire

                                           Than the Wisdom

                                                     Of Solomon



                   Quite gracefully into an animal

 Sweet bitter-stink cloud residue remains

       Thank you Mage

                                     Patiently inside (me)

                     Waiting for Entropy

                                                        to Equity


                                                  The Diseased

                                               The Distressed

                                               The Disbanded

                                     The Disenfranchised

                        That collects on the outside

                                                     Inside (me)


Meal or Mate: a punk intervention of tasty morsels

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on October 13, 2018 by malartart

“jocular like webbing she bright light dewy day, shake droplets on traveller’s catch dull tweed, make shiny glitter bomb set off to stale, incisive incisors trip witch to coagulate, solve a puzzle stretches over doorway, chew nipples or spun tongue, meal or mate about the dressing, sac not functioning leave the nesting strong, breeding-fate-instinct bizarre love triangle of a riot, measure of affair, pockets full of leisure, back pain as backpack, orchestrated arachnid arrives”

cup of what you like—

weird film on the surface—

weird film projected on wall—

cupped hands hold specimen—

let go and let it be—

before loss of last thread–

becomes inevitable—





Posted in poetry with tags , , on October 8, 2018 by malartart


me? what’s my meme? what’s my me me? what?

mean and meaning mean my meme is me mealy mouthed and spread thin dry not moist means my moment moves thru a multitude of memetic meanings that are more than too much the engineer is not here me me me me how are we doing?

delicious painful anarchic genius you

(for Kathy)

Murder Is Fiction (some kinda sense, just so)

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on October 3, 2018 by malartart

I came to hate him

Poison his coffee like

He poisoned my veins

Cold cold cold running

Through our relationship

I wanted to be written out

Before The End was exactly that

Badly drawn out weakly sketched

Two characters woefully written together

Just so the whole damn sorry business made

                                         Some kind of sense

The Butterfly Collector

Posted in poetry with tags , on September 28, 2018 by malartart

Swapped bargain booze for bargain books


Have faith dear friend:


For what are rancid


Will be sweet smelling

               Meadows again

FRZN wolfpup

Posted in poetry with tags , , on September 22, 2018 by malartart

          RE:wereally nevergo anywhere

andif wehappen todo wecome


All the Best Lovers are Anarchists

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on September 20, 2018 by malartart

Don’t they know the spray-can now stutters?

Torn slogans no longer matter

In the sack of shite

I start to rattle


My id bites back

Cardy threadbare

Held loosely together

With Pride and badges of the circle-A

Safety pins and certitude and holidays


The sun

Or Cambodia

A muffled scream still says no

A fallen comrade still stands strong

As we search for the truth that unclenched fists

Can become bound hands that frame the lips

Of the Judas Kiss that seals our fate

Upon the right side of Capitalism’s face

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