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friend…?

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

… is all I can be

want to be….

But I will end my

Life

When the work

Dries up

And

I am lost for

 

words

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This Professor With Aplomb

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

The banks of the Jordan break

                          And communicate that

   Water is wet, the river runs dry, info wars

                      Peter out when the strip has no more

                                   Books to sell on an academic’s name alone

“Anybody Got A Toothpick?”

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

The dying’s last words

Are so important

Please don’t be self-centred

& let others down at this

Very important time

Pixie Dust Delight Sprinkled Liberally

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on May 12, 2018 by malartart

An urostomy takes the piss, as will the rhyme you’ll find within

                               Good night, bad dream

               Good day, bad light

There’s a killer on the loose and I can only insult him about his tracksuit

           When we were young Nicolas Cage was all the rage

                                           Now he can only make one stupid face

             First draft, best life

                                First guess, best chance

                                           Smart phone, Daft Punk

                             Smart decision, daft mistake

              Mediums leave the dead alone

                        They’ve earned the rest you won’t let them have

Being As Nothingness

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on May 9, 2018 by malartart

                             to be autodidactic & autotelic

is to give a modern sheen to antiquity

       & impose a cheerful disposition upon dread

             all while appearing like figurative ambience

The Vertical People

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , on May 9, 2018 by malartart

The dead are watered with sake—whilst the lumpens dry out from thirst

I have circled the globe—only banality interests me— only the go-quietly count

Not contrast— but a polarity that must be travelled barefoot— with a show of hands

Bowing to economics— really it should be the neighbourhood shown— not the taxes known

The entire city is a comic strip—are you watching television—or are the humming scenes be seeing you?

Neither Blood Red Nor Sky Blue But Pea Green

Posted in poetry with tags , , on May 2, 2018 by malartart

the boat was sinking

‘Change things before things change,’ said Owl

a bucket over the side

Pussycat replied: ‘Culture is my weapon of choice.’

another, but no cigar

‘Politics and religion shall be bedfellows,

so I can suffocate them as one’

the moon serenaded before occultation

flooding then finished off all phenomena with a flourish

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