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The World Has Only One Gear

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

when sand paper ties itself around your neck

blistering skin when gulping for air

when water in the face does not wake you up

but drowns you in the driver’s seat

sticking your neck out for friends in the pound

they strap on a dog collar and drag you around

it shows & tells, it sows the seeds

where we are normalcy, it grows into what a

generation looks like but does not feel

when systems collapse and minds do snap

keyboard warriors stand up for the first time

but only to stretch their backs







Be friend

Be a friend

Be a friend to me


Wolves Die Young

Posted in poetry with tags , , on July 27, 2017 by malartart

Sallie gardner at a gallop

           Fixed slits befit two or more views

Assonance prances close to the precipice

               Yuk is onomatopoeic

                           Sounds less twee R muchly such

              Flashing a dash that’s cuts no mustard

                              Tell all exposes bearded tresses

                                         Totem of memory forever forged

                                      Father of recorded motion

                I am Eadweard and I always frame my best days

Self-Critical Frivolity

Posted in poetry with tags , , on June 3, 2017 by malartart

            who do you think you are?

(celebrities, family trees,

            vineyard, empty bottles

fallen apples , scrimping,


we’ve been together, maybe,

25 out of these 40 years?

knock-a-door run

               jumping gardens

Jehovah explained

                brandy snaps

and deodorant banned

             you think you know me?

got it all in hand and

              under control

                  out of my head

and now on paper

            in the circle I am known as M

does this aid others or cause confusion

                         later down the line?

Pirates and Perspiration

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , on September 22, 2013 by malartart


 youre running down

the wrong side of

the track




its lucky its lucky  thrown dice

thrown back seismic shift

spine rest for nine months

till im back on track

youre running down

the wrong side of

the track




unlucky unlucky number 13

snap back spine shift

nose to ground

and i realise this pirate look

is out

I know (nothing)

Posted in poetry with tags , , on November 30, 2012 by malartart


There’s something in the air

(i know i know)

youre leaving our home

(i know i know)

you tell me you cant stand the sight of me

(i know i know)

You say ill be dead before the end of the year

(i know i know)


The world tries to tame me (you know)

There’s no blame any more (you know)

I don’t feel the same anymore (you know)

Your baby has his eyes (you know)

And i’ll die trying



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