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If They Tell You to Straighten Out, Tell Them to Go to Hell

Posted in poetry with tags , , on July 17, 2017 by malartart

I daren’t cough

         Not with your cock in my mouth

I shall not covet my brother’s wife

                I will just vote their party out

This is not an apocalypse or a dystopia

           Growing from the ground

Its body parts rejuvenating with a subtle change of mind

        A fight’s a fight whether you’re wrong or right

Whether with fisticuffs or M16s

                 Black knuckles punch above their weight

Whilst spitting bullets go whistling by

                  This is the ear my neighbour slit

                 Because of no training and the DTs

         He takes another swig of Long Island Iced Tea

                Whilst wishing down a well for small mercies

           So, do not cover your bleeding lip with a neckerchief

Stop bending over backwards to accommodate their vision

               Just stand up firm, look at them in their eyes

And try and be straight with them if you can

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Satanic Tourism

Posted in poetry with tags , , on April 2, 2017 by malartart

  Hey, you three at the back, two in the middle

                              and Lonely Joe at the front

My name is Lucifer and I care about your future

I worry about your welfare and what the papers say

I want to be the Light-Bringer and brighten up your day

I believe the best way to educate oneself is to be a tourist

                                           and get out as much as you can

   From Hell to Hades, from out of the frying pan into the fire

                                               and back into the frying pan

Just as long as you feel the burn and get a damn good tan

If you’re unmotivated, listless and just don’t care at all

Don’t worry I’ll give you a dressing down and a lashing

                                            with my forked tongue

Singed eyebrows, torn clothes and burnt hair are

                                       all part of the fiery fun

And if none of that sounds like you, I can direct

                                      you the opposite way

Up there sitting on a cloud, singing harmony

              with angels, upon the right of He

But believe it when I say it true—you wont

have half as much fun as you will with me

The Trip Report

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on March 30, 2016 by malartart

   Holy drenched during drought of damnation

        Ballooning and fulfilled by queer empty space

               Crux is they have crucified a self fucking ego

                        Nonspecific and not withstanding

                              Local temperature on local time

                                Ties bound on a copper bottom

                                   I’m stretching

                                  I’m stretched

                                 You judge me

                                And like a flame war warning

                               With a firecracker end

                            The jury consolidates conflicts

                           And finds absolution

                       By letting me off

                   Kicking back doing nothing

              Absence is the room of possibility

          Silence the sound of many tongues

     Mouthing off through a recurring meme

Of a tiny tale wagging a shaggy dog story

Bleak, But (Not Un)Expected

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on December 31, 2015 by malartart

Bleakly content

Bleakly clear

             Clarity is unexpected in the marshland

             Even tombstones sit together here

             Without chatter, gossip, banter or bullying

Bleakly delicate

Bleakly detailed

              The definite is expected back at home

              Yet here we are too old to die young

              With no flash, flood, finish or finitude

Bleeding proves life

Bleeding out shows pride

               A trickle just isn’t enough

               An armful is pleasurable

               With a little salt and sugar

Bleakly dining

Lightly dancing

                Just a quick two-step

                In a fluffy onesie

                On a half frozen lake

And you’ll expect me to get well

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