Archive for past

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,

                             scrumpy)

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

and

you

fall

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

and

you

fall

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

(y’know?)

 

%d bloggers like this: