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 Aug 2019 Mark Wanless
TheIdleOwl
47
 Aug 2019 Mark Wanless
TheIdleOwl
47
The beers are flowing I'm winning all the bets,
The barman's sat on the frame throwing out cassettes,
A couple of Yakuts come to me smoking a joint,
It was so poorly rolled I had to press down on the point,

Excitement buzzes around about this rave in the jungle,
When in walks a man with tattoos all over his knuckles,
He hollers "Hurry up guys the taxi's coming in an hour"
The DJ adjusts his aviators and turns the music up louder,

I look up above the trees,
And it might be because I'm high,
But the stars sparkle like a million possibilities,
Exploding across the sky,

We're rattling in a Mondeo, no light but those from the front,
Khmer music drowned out by the creaking of the rust,
The driver hits the breaks we arrive in a serenade of sand,
Our English too fast for him to even try to understand,

We're here in the jungle and there's a ferris wheel,
And a stage made up of abandoned automobiles,
A carousel that'll set you back a couple of Riel,
The whole thing just feels so ******* surreal,

I look up above the trees,
And it might be because I'm high,
But the stars sparkle like a million possibilities,
Exploding across the sky,

The sky is full of stars but there's no sign of the moon,
We head to the back by the glistening lagoon,
Share the powder and lace it into our beer,
Clink cans and smile, down with a cheer,

I bounce from chat to chat,
All smiles and hope,
My spirit is soaring as everything,
Spills from my envelope,

As I look up to the black above the trees,
And it might be because I'm high,
But the stars sparkle like a million possibilities,
Exploding across the sky.
Someone asked me
So you think, you can?
Survive, almost?

Yes please
Setting me free
You make me believe
So far away

I will try
Try my best
I replied
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Inhale Exhale
Right in the quietest hour of the night...

She wears the jacket he forgot in her room...

Walks to that pond he liked...

...and she dives deep under.

And she stays there searching;

For that tear-drop he leaked and dropped into it

...She needs it...

To erase the ink she tattooed on his heart saying,

"goodbye"
 Aug 2019 Mark Wanless
Briscoe
On sordid airs I detect
A sizzling cigarette
That dirtily dizzies me.
The vapour shaped and misshapen
As though the pale horse of Death
Is animated again,
Forcing forth from some lung's depths.
The dizzying diseases released
Onto the city street.

Then passing a Chinese window
Cheap honeys rich in flavour
Seem woven with the air.
Wisps of some Summer, lost
Among clustered years
Covered in moss,
Dangle beneath my nose
And rising up
Almost fills what's hollowed.

But I am busy and must go
The city suffers no one for so long.
So I go on
To the city's dizzying smells,
To leave the moment's spell.

The city smells me.
The tunnels and funneling gutters
The nostrils of this grey matter
The network of working, walking
Men, women and children.
It adapts with new technologies
And the conscience of the street
As the street well knows
Controls me.
 Aug 2019 Mark Wanless
lX0st
A rose
Is a rose
Is a rose
Unless it looks like love,
Then it’s love
It is what it is, whatever it is
 Aug 2019 Mark Wanless
eilaf
21
 Aug 2019 Mark Wanless
eilaf
21
For a dream-like day in a dream-like week
let me retire from the soul-consuming fire
that burns inside my heart and through my days,
eating the latter and the former's former ways.
 Aug 2019 Mark Wanless
lX0st
Of all the ways
I’ve watched the world
Fail to take flight

The worst is my own
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