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Ostensible Truth: December 2012
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Surreal rambles from CrazyTown - "like Kerouac, Plath and Dali had a love child and named it 3 grams of coke". Monday, 31 December 2012. The Melodrama of Solidity. The sky doesn’t laugh anymore,. But folds autumnal and crisp in our palms,. Papery and fish-bone thin;. Its brittle horizon safer in copper resign,. As we ice things, sober on chalk,. All holes, friction and discontent,. Hedge our clouds in a tumorous fashion -. A windless artillery against this stale skyline. And the birds are nestless,.
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Ostensible Truth: May 2014
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Surreal rambles from CrazyTown - "like Kerouac, Plath and Dali had a love child and named it 3 grams of coke". Sunday, 18 May 2014. The Haste of Yellow. Summer took the first bite. I recline, a bruised mushroom. Peeling shamelessly in this musty kiln. Of faceless wasps. I threaten to explode. To inflate to the size of a Roman God, all red-eyed. With the sale of Pompeii; but the bite was non-committal,. As It bloats recklessly along the suburban midriff,. Of a light-drunk cicada. Us sitting eye to eye,.
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Ostensible Truth: August 2011
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Surreal rambles from CrazyTown - "like Kerouac, Plath and Dali had a love child and named it 3 grams of coke". Sunday, 7 August 2011. Boulevard Blackbird (Breakfast for One). The angels smashed all of my windows. In an attempt to out-do the sky,. Then sat obtuse as gargoyles on the side of the city. And poked around the sleeping stone. That rattled with dream-dealers. And rubble addicts, inhaling pieces of fallen sky. And injecting politics at Café de Paris socials,. The city welcomes all they say;.
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Ostensible Truth: December 2011
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Surreal rambles from CrazyTown - "like Kerouac, Plath and Dali had a love child and named it 3 grams of coke". Saturday, 31 December 2011. The children always expect too much of the sand,. And I, too much of the sea. But the surface is unbecoming and so we sit. With shallow lungs and anchored ribs -. Demoted from the waters -. Our strings in disarray; eyes tangled in an undone moon. That dribbles wax soldiers on noose-ready trees and. Blooms uncharacteristically on the beach,. But less than something,.
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Ostensible Truth: January 2012
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Surreal rambles from CrazyTown - "like Kerouac, Plath and Dali had a love child and named it 3 grams of coke". Monday, 9 January 2012. On The Box and Deciding Not To Be. The box is back. Made of bone and sea-skin,. Its skull floating in Israeli sand and its. Stomach full of Peyote soldiers who nest. In tiny metal cocoons and chew on cordite clouds atop. Descaled mountains buried in copper skies. I hear them sometimes,. When the box is sleeping,. Whisper-shouting as they head off to war. It smells like th...
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Ostensible Truth: September 2011
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Surreal rambles from CrazyTown - "like Kerouac, Plath and Dali had a love child and named it 3 grams of coke". Saturday, 3 September 2011. Monday In My Eye. I’ve a Monday in my eye,. Bloated and cancerous,. Sipping from my vision and obscuring. The limpid cell I built myself,. With skinless walls and curtained bars. I’m disappointed with my depression,. It promised to deal with the ghost I abandoned on the tube. And melt the cystic snow that sticks to my face. But it hasn’t. and the evening. I’m ba...
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Ostensible Truth: On The Box and Deciding Not To Be
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Surreal rambles from CrazyTown - "like Kerouac, Plath and Dali had a love child and named it 3 grams of coke". Monday, 9 January 2012. On The Box and Deciding Not To Be. The box is back. Made of bone and sea-skin,. Its skull floating in Israeli sand and its. Stomach full of Peyote soldiers who nest. In tiny metal cocoons and chew on cordite clouds atop. Descaled mountains buried in copper skies. I hear them sometimes,. When the box is sleeping,. Whisper-shouting as they head off to war. It smells like th...
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runaway sentence.: about me. about my writing.
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About me. about my writing. Hello, I'm Marian ,. Writer of All The Things . P. Urveyor of pretty words and superheroic verse. A wyer, poet, editor-in-ch ief. Rone to hyperbole and SHRIEKING IN ALL CAPS. My NEW and third. Collection of poems, Heart Con tainer,. Is available for purchase from ALL CAPS PUBLISHING. To purchase your own copy via Amazon. ( Or c ontact. Me if you'd like to p urch ase a signed copy.). For information about my earlier books . Visit my YouTube page. You can also find me on Amazon.
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Ostensible Truth: Monday In My Eye
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Surreal rambles from CrazyTown - "like Kerouac, Plath and Dali had a love child and named it 3 grams of coke". Saturday, 3 September 2011. Monday In My Eye. I’ve a Monday in my eye,. Bloated and cancerous,. Sipping from my vision and obscuring. The limpid cell I built myself,. With skinless walls and curtained bars. I’m disappointed with my depression,. It promised to deal with the ghost I abandoned on the tube. And melt the cystic snow that sticks to my face. But it hasn’t. and the evening. I’m ba...
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Ostensible Truth: The Haste of Yellow
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Surreal rambles from CrazyTown - "like Kerouac, Plath and Dali had a love child and named it 3 grams of coke". Sunday, 18 May 2014. The Haste of Yellow. Summer took the first bite. I recline, a bruised mushroom. Peeling shamelessly in this musty kiln. Of faceless wasps. I threaten to explode. To inflate to the size of a Roman God, all red-eyed. With the sale of Pompeii; but the bite was non-committal,. As It bloats recklessly along the suburban midriff,. Of a light-drunk cicada. Us sitting eye to eye,.
