It’s that time of yearfor the first timesince it happened
I’ll remember what I can on his birthday, later this monthHe would have been sixty-sevenFour days later I’ll remember his deathUndefeated Always on the wayThe arrival seen coming but sudden all the sameThe before and the afterWhat gets shaken out of all of us
When death comes knocking you don’t hear itNo need to worry, someone will answer the dooror else it well let itself in
By the time you smell death it’s already down the throatThe first scent is a signpost at the end which reads
All Roads Meet HereFinal MergeTurn Off CarRemove Keys From IgnitionWait
I would like to be askedto go outsideto flat out liedown on the sidewalkto see and be seen by the others up and down the streetwho were asked to do the same as meto step out of our housing unitssilentlythe neighborhood strangerswho lost everythingthe one in thirty-three who have a close relative who dieda lot of us did not say goodbyeI would lay my forehead on the cementuntil I am sereneand wait for others to join me
There is no national day of remembrancebecause it’s still happeningbecause a lot of people are invested in it being overblownbecause we had to get used to it
One can imagine opening the door to the inevitablewith a line long memorizedcalmly methodicallooking it straight in the eye and sayingWhy you’re right on time
Or, slamming and bolting the doorthat should be enough, rightthough maybe stacking a couch against it can only helpAny time at all which can be bought is worth itonly a second more is to die for
Or, ripping off the bandagesmarching straight through hell without a guideshaking the foundationunholy primal screamingwe’re all innocentor none of us areit doesn’t make a difference
The weapons of mass nonsense are proliferatingStrangers explain comorbidities to meexplain vaccines are destroying my fertilityexplain alternative treatmentsexplain the government did not want me to see the data explain comorbidities reacting with the vaccinesand the only possible treatments were part of an elitist schemeinvolving the world bank and UN and CDC and Bill Gatesand the Great Reset and Planet Xthe entire Biopharmaceutical industryI can’t sleep, I can’t sleepit’s all been written, don’t you see, we see itthat they actually want this to keep this so-called pandemic going
My blood runs coldIt would be better to go numb insteadMuch easier to nod and play along to their songYes, ivermectin, very interestingthis and that study, incredible
(Keeping the rebuttals unstatedmaybe even not thought of at allideally)
I spent some time with The Atlantic article“Why America Became Numb to COVID Deaths”and it made me think about why I became numb to Americans
There are endless forms of escapismI do it tooWe all have to do it
Still, If you can’t say anything nicewell, you’re fucked, I guessRight? In this instanceYou’re supposed to grin and bear itpretend like they make sense
You’re supposed to say it is what it is butI refuse to accept that it is what it isbecause everything changes and that’s as it should bethings that are about to be, approachingthat’s what is happening, along with what already is
― the world's undisputed #1 fan of 'Spud Infinity' (Karl Malone), Wednesday, 9 March 2022 04:08 (two years ago) link
The bathroom within a bathroom is easy to findYou walk into the outer bathroom, then say“I have to go to the bathroom.”Then you’ll know the way
― the world's undisputed #1 fan of 'Spud Infinity' (Karl Malone), Thursday, 10 March 2022 05:41 (two years ago) link
Man rules the day with his calls and computer, Deliberate, restless, engorged with the fluid of importance,He stands astride his home office as a Colossus.
His only match, the night’s master, The swift and furry specter that undoes his hard workSwiping at air pods, glasses, the spoils of civilization itself.
When the sun rises, man must rebuild The broken city leveled by his rival. O the Sisyphean joys of owning a cat!
― treeship., Saturday, 12 March 2022 01:59 (two years ago) link
I was gunna write something HATEFULCus I woke up thinking of that boy againBut everytime I wash my bodyI forget everything
Or just cook something, that works tooHoi, maybe pop some corn!Aye hush, I'm banned from using hot oilBut frankly the grownups can fuck each other
My shoulders hurt from hunchingMy knuckles hurt from clenchingMy feet have lost all feeling from the stupid way I'm crouchingMy back hurts from I donno idolatry I guess
Last week I thunk you up a masterpieceI had it down to punctuation in my head förfanThen I took a showerAnd it all whirled down the drain
"I'd rather write a symphony"You used to play that song constalikeI hated it then, cus offentill I need to sleepBut I hate it still, from memory
Just because
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 12 March 2022 17:52 (two years ago) link
that's my favorite of yours that i've read, JHM
and i love treesh entering the fold!
― the world's undisputed #1 fan of 'Spud Infinity' (Karl Malone), Saturday, 12 March 2022 18:02 (two years ago) link
You gave me dispensation to invent words! I membered midways.
Sometimes this crowd sounds like a choir of angelsSometimes everything tumbles on the the floor and bursts openSometimes I just need to blow my noseMy chest hurts
I also love treeship, jennalike
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 12 March 2022 18:21 (two years ago) link
Let's play DEVOLUTION Baby!I found a comfy rut right hereOh I'm sorry, the birds are dying?B-b-but there's a defibrillator
2.6 miles from pub, 0.1 from my sofa(but yeah, that's all uphill)Think about it, it's perfectly placedImma outlive erry one of youse fools
Sometimes this crowd sounds like a choir of angelsSometimes everything tumbles on the the floor and bursts openSometimes I just need to cough up some bloodSometimes I just need a duvet to hug
My knees hurt from kneelingMy teeth hurt from sugar, and clenchingBecause of YOU(yeah, THEM, but also YOU)
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 12 March 2022 18:43 (two years ago) link
Cut my hair for youGoing broke buying solid color shirtsA mason jar for pencil shavings
― calstars, Saturday, 12 March 2022 20:17 (two years ago) link
my last one was way the fuck too long, here is a one minute version that's slightly edited
I would like to be askedto go outsideto flat out liedown on the sidewalkto see and be seen by the others up and down the streetthe neighborhood strangerswho were asked to do the same as meto step out of our housing unitssilentlythe neighborhood strangersthe one in thirty-three who lost everythingmany of us did not get to say goodbyebut I did, I had my ten minutes, aloneI would lay my forehead on the cementuntil I am sereneand wait for others to join methat is how I want the rememberjust me and the othersall of us together
― the world's undisputed #1 fan of 'Spud Infinity' (Karl Malone), Sunday, 13 March 2022 01:00 (two years ago) link
Jennalike Baby, calm yer fucken heelsYou've maybe smoked yersel to death"Young George, Son Of George", wind yer neck inKovaKovaKovacic, take a deep breath
I'll smirk, fingerguns, I know the teenagers rate meWhile the fireworks whizz past my headThrow your fingers up, quote that line from what film?I will elegise you when you're dead
Siccemmup Curtboy, I know yer fucken holdingWe been this road too many times beforeYou got your spot, the rest of the room is mineThe other business we'll just whistignore
Boom did ye feel that? the whole room rumbledI'll ride this rug like A Lad In HellIf I give you this French chalk just promise meYou'll draw a line around where I fell
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Sunday, 13 March 2022 19:18 (two years ago) link
poems are hard to justifybut easier to understand than the stock market
if i had the discipline to write a petrarchan sonnet i would
― treeship., Monday, 14 March 2022 00:14 (two years ago) link
There Is Not Here
Here is another letterLetter to the editor
Editor of the opinion pagespages her boss to discuss the documentdocument the date it was receivedReceived too late to answer
Answer he couldn’t acceptAccept nothing but regretsRegrets we all share, exceptExcept perhaps the one there in the back
Back in the time of beepersbeepers could arrange a talk with powerful menMen whose family owned the town newspaperNewspaper revenue would be decliningDeclining steadily ever since, for yearsYears and years when the advertisers leftleft for the internetinternet perpetually under construction
Construction without interruptioninterruption via a botched interventionintervention rejected and buriedburied twelve feet deepdeep in the woods off the mind’s highway
Highway lines twisting and vanishingVanishing off of the pavementPavement lines becoming disorientingdisorienting and dissipatingDissipating until the heart is still Still, we keep going untilUntil we know that we’re thereThere is not here
― the world's undisputed #1 fan of 'Spud Infinity' (Karl Malone), Monday, 14 March 2022 21:03 (two years ago) link
Don't bosie up to me, ye fucken childThere's one key difference tween the two of usYou've drunk "14 beers!", hmmm is that number just random?I don't drink, I'm just waiting on the bus
Yeah I know fine well we're both "medded up"Is your cat also waiting outside?I lied to the doctor, I lied to you just nowMy cat isn't outside, my cat died
You want to hang with the grownups?Well, I've got some advice for you Is that Diazepam? Just hoard itAt least for a day or two
Yeah cos we can't afford to drink every dayAnd the scrip isn't all that strongDrink all weekend, then double meds from mondayIf the voddy even lasts that long
Oh, your best mate's got Ritalin?Well that's of no interest to meGet up to the high school, sell it to childrenCome back here, fan the bills out, then we'll see...
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Friday, 18 March 2022 18:35 (two years ago) link
Not happy, my constant deletions to deliberately remove context harmed this one, I wanted to make clear the creeping nazification of the youth (like when they've drunk exactly 14 beers, or bet 88 on the duck race on gala day), and also the lying to the doctor is that you aren't currently drinking, in order to acquire benzos. I don't feel either of those things come across in this version, I'll rewrite it (spoiler: I won't). Also I just realised my stream of conciousness switched from me as an elder being harassed by youth to me as a youth being intimidated by elders and that doesn't work at all. SHUT IT DOWN
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Friday, 18 March 2022 18:44 (two years ago) link
Find the cord in the toiletFind the correct glass when you stumble back to the roomFollow my finger slowly with your eyesFollow the street back to your mammy's houseIt's a pretty baller move if you ask mePass out on the kerb, roll down the streetYou've played crazy golf, it works exactly the same, work the anglesYou'll wake up in the gutter pretty close to where you want to be
Crazy Golf? Don't get me started on that8 under par, let's call it a PhoenixFound 10 kroner on the walk over the dunesAlready dropped it by the ice cream shackAt 8 years old that felt like a mass executionThe hateful look from your father made you sink into the sandThe look from the other kids somehow felt even worseI'm sorry, no ice cream today
So let's never play golf againAlso you're dreaming if you think I'm getting back in those little carsFirst time it died on me, everyone laughedSecond time my brother... well let's not talk of thatBut I always loved being inside the big manI had the skill for it, slipped between levelsNo one ever found me until I turned up for the barbecueWalked away from that, found a quiet place, and just prayed
Yeah seriously, I used to prayTil my knuckles and knees felt the same numbness as each otherMy whole body achieved a sense of unityThen I'd walk back to the fire
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Friday, 18 March 2022 20:52 (two years ago) link
Lookee Lady, you know I love youBut consider for a mintytooIf this was 500 years agoYou'd be BURNT AS A WITCH!
Yeah calm down, these are your best qualitiesYou're outspoken, as is your bahgiven rightI'm just saying, in ye olden timesYou'd be BURNT AS A WITCH!
Fucksake, stop hitting my headMy heart will bust if you keep up with that gazeJust imagine 1542 if I didn't speak up for youYeah you died in a fire
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 19 March 2022 08:51 (two years ago) link
Track and Field, Baby! Make me FEEL!Living is easy when your window points East"The Secret Life Of Plants" on repeat til the sun melts the vinylWe can play any boardgame with an exclamation in the title
Today's drug is Promethazine, No Thank You LadyThat shit will just slow me downI'll stick with lager, and a punch to the chestFrom (genuinely) my oldest friend
Portraits of LOSERS, portraits of my enemiesA dart through that postcard of ChurchillA blade for the neighbours, the scribes and the PhariseesA jog round the Den, then go home and pass out
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Sunday, 27 March 2022 13:37 (two years ago) link
You’re not hereYou’re not in your urnYou’re not up thereor down there, either
You know what I mean by that
You’re gone
― Karl Malone, Sunday, 27 March 2022 16:06 (two years ago) link
Emo Kid, count to three, is this where you want to be?Someone somewhere's thinking of your legacyEat the bunny ears and smile cus that's all you'll get tonightNovel handytowels, but I still gave you a fright
Shave your face off in the mirror, Twist And Shout then count to tenChips are falling, we've just got to work out whenThe walls are moving in, peel your scabs then spin for daysYour family is judging you in many different ways
Drop your pocks, clear them out, just flip out what you're ableWe'll close our eyes and then count what's on the tableIf you caught me looking you too must have had a peekFuck you I'm short, you still owe me from last week
Levarage the beverage, remind him what means mostHis daughter lives on my sofa, makes both of us toastDunking foreheads but I'm the one who buys the breadExcept at Easter when it's bunny ears instead
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Sunday, 27 March 2022 21:51 (two years ago) link
Nah I'm not fucking that girl on the sofaShe's far too young, and sometimes the wrong genderBut every morning she brings black coffee to my bedwe touch foreheads, I close my eyes, we kiss on the cheekAnd for those few seconds I am calm
I pass her father in the streeetHe's only a few years older than meWe nod at each other, and continue our businessWe've never discussed the elephant in the roomThat is, that his daughter lives on my sofa
Every so often I have visitorsOld schoolfriends, fuckbuddies, or family membersThey don't understand why this girl's on my sofaAnd I can't really explainAt least not in a way they'd grasp
I can't even remember how it startedI think she just needed somewhere to stayBut the single thing I knowI LOVE HERAnd at this point I don't think I could live without her
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Sunday, 27 March 2022 23:23 (two years ago) link
Fuck what you heard, I wasn't present for the drainpipe bisnesI was at my mother's for teaI could say who the perpetrators were, but I ain't no snitchIt's established by now tho, all three
I also wasn't present when the pub blew upBut everyone now accepts that was an accidentIt made the news, fucksake, there's thrash songs about it"I left the gas on..." is the best final line ever
The second time the village has been on the newsAnd at least for once they got the name rightOh wait, no, third, there there was that time we had a "gun siege"Plus the obvious impalation
While we're here, Fuck Donald Trump tooHe vocally hated our windmillsBut those paid for two defibrillatorsWith enough change for a statue of James Taylor
Widdly widdly woo, kerchunk "I left the gas on..."
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 28 March 2022 15:34 (two years ago) link
Duvet system, damn, I fucken missed themToo many parents just fucken burn my fucken eyesScour up to Dundee, I forgot to fucken listenToo many knifewounds and far too many lies
Breathe the signifiers, at some point it just got funny"monna cook for us". it's all a fucken jokeDriedel substitutes, some day it will get betterFlip a coin, spare the ox and spare the yoke
1743, monna guess the significance?No point trying, I just made that out of clothDrovers count for summat, hoi moderate your languageCount the sins, you're at least at two or Sloth
Several diversify, "Zoomers" are a thing nowMultiple weapons but they're all cased in Yon RoomYour offspring lactify, mines if it counts multiplyMy fake children all maybe all just tick tick boom
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 28 March 2022 18:56 (two years ago) link
Fillerup!
Pull up the hood and take a look if you would
Top off the fluidsCheck the air on my spareRotate the tiresWipe the windowsDrain the oilI’ll take the synthetic
Put a mileage reminder on the windshield if you would Power-Vac the muddy floorPour fresh water into the gallon jugs andPerfectly park the car Four inches from the curb
Insert the chip and leave a tipEnter the telephone numberMember benefits incrementWe’ll do it again in three thousand miles
On the way home I forgot to turn the music onSitting and moving in silencePure driving excitementTaking the scenic route out of habit
I used to lean into the curves and accelerateI drove way too fast on country roadsBut I knew them like the back of my hand
But I was also scaring my friendsI knew that and kept doing itThat’s why they got madI deserved worse than that
I used to flip the headlights off at nightFor a secondSometimes a fewSometimes laughing as I did it I thought I was making a point about chanceor how frivolous our existence is
What a mess I made When people were trying to be my friendAnd sometimesThey would laugh, tooI think they were trying to understand where I was coming fromeven after surviving aNight drive in total darkness
True blue, true blueI know where we’re going toNo one says my voice is soothingbut you say you do
Now I drive the speed limitI get home and make a meal that I’ve plannedI go to bed at the normal time
I am not expecting forgivenessI am hoping for much more than emptinessI want to regain faith in the public interestI’d like to be a fountainReplenishing and not subtractingA wellspring to the creek The one you want to see when things get bleak
― Karl Malone, Monday, 28 March 2022 21:49 (two years ago) link
Love that second half
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Tuesday, 29 March 2022 06:17 (two years ago) link
In fact after pacing the living room early morn, smoking and drinking, I realised what song it was niggling me to play, it was Blackness by Arab Strap. Summat about speeding deadeyed through country roads. So I listened to that song and it was great and I can go back to bed now thank you
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Tuesday, 29 March 2022 06:48 (two years ago) link
firstup flip a coin, wave your hands it's gone for goodglaze in your eyes gives away your route to foodsecondov multililly and just take a mint to breathethey know finewell other card is up your sleevethirdface nonexistent, fingerguns and that's your lottake deep breathe and whoosh reflect on all forgotjankiyell the last time, this one for all the marbswe'll feed yer maw if they agree to stick to carbs
rousen up the deadbones pick the cat up down yon lanetake two interventions to decide whose drum to blamelather up pianner and spin it twice for luckstart lines with a zed if it gets you out the muckseventeen is evergreen, no one walks out cleanno respect for patter but they all loved the leanburn the dismal sentinels, what's yer backyard for?bumpbumpbomp y'rellers when you pick me off the floor
clever kids and flauty fuds are running the estatescurvy son bought flashybangs but turned up far too latejennyfash is judging me, i think i look no badline it up on front lawn, the best we ever had?the rescue chooks admittedly are balder than expectedbut layman overbooks are better when reflectedprotect the squinty mammies from all selfmade young teamscome spend a day here and you'll work out what that means
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Tuesday, 29 March 2022 18:26 (two years ago) link
actually, switch "overbooks" for "copybooks"
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Tuesday, 29 March 2022 18:39 (two years ago) link
also "multililly" should be "lilywhites"
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Tuesday, 29 March 2022 18:42 (two years ago) link
Now Can You See Me
Last we spoke we were in the woodsI had eaten two or three mushroom headsand went to find the tallest, thickest treeI wasn’t looking for epiphany but there really was a very, very long momentstaring up at the structure of its developmentstill growing at the tips
when the sun really did burst out from behind the cloudsand found its way through the April limbs and leavesso beautifully that I fell to my knees
and thought about when all the light shone for oneand what if that could happen to us allso I could be with you again and undo what had been done
In the April Wisconsin breezeMy rented cabin visible through the treesthe tears filling up the bottoms of my eyesknowing that it wasn’t happeningand the clouds were quickly coming backI offered a compromise toward the sky
Please Can you at least see me Trying, trying See me struggling Struggling with what you said
Though I completely rejected your methodYou couldn’t see an alternateMost nights I couldn’t wait to drive off and forget
Thinking, you can’t catch meYou won’t see me
The difference between now and then isan understanding that we both believedin things that could never be provenlike keeping going when you’re losing badlyor treating a one-way conversation with the windas a turning point in a relationship
I want to let go of all of it Except these things
You taught me to trust myselfYou didn’t try to argue with meYou believed that I had decent reasonsEven if you didn’t understand themYou were very patient with meWould that I have offered the same to you
The sun was covered againthe tallest tree dropped the last leaves from last yearas the wind picked upand the linseed oil kept my palette wetback at the cabinthinking, now that you can’t catch menow can you see me
― Karl Malone, Wednesday, 30 March 2022 20:51 (two years ago) link
I just did something braveI just did something bad
Something of an itinerantburning books of magic
An old memory, perfectedloopingdisintegratingrecorded, listened I listen
Something of a Scavenger I can be foundDigging through discarded matterFinding things I had forgottenTurning back the corners of rotten calendarsCovered up with coffee grounds and egg shellsEvery day is a field day for the earthworms
The mess left behind after an explosionWaking up in a different zip code
So often, it’s after an endingwhen we finally beginto walk again with a sense of purposeI saw myself making another promise
to forget the past and
to try to come back to being in the moment
but if that is living, as I speak now or as you hear itthen what is it when we are dreamingwhen we submit to the moment’s whimsSensing another and catching a glimpseof unrepeatable depths of subconsciousness
You try to go back and it looks like mist
Moving through walls that shiftlike sand sifting throughcracks in the ceiling Throw a tarp over the most expensiveRug that keeps going and going
A long conversation turning in on itself
(I try to turn the light back on)
The lost can be foundLooking for traces of their lives in the remainsof a time that still feels frozen
― Karl Malone, Friday, 1 April 2022 06:29 (two years ago) link
All those hand moves you've beem mocking me for?I've been trying to restrain, but I've decided NO MOREImma let them run rampant, but you deserve a cheatsheetJust so in future you know what I'm going for
First off, that two fingers against the thumb?That's the standard, it just means I'm thinkingMaybe I can't find the right wordIt's called STIMMING, never call me out for that
Secondly, the wave that follows, accidentally towards your face?That just means I'm finished with my thoughtI never meant to threaten violence towards youNot just now, or any other of them times
Thirdly, the drumming on the bar?It accompanies the subtle gaze aroundMaybe some teuchter in here wants to do me harmIt never hurts to be cautious
The full-on hand swivel, originates at the wrist?fingers splayed, while I'm in conversationThat means I don't trust that personGet me out, please somehow GET ME OUT
The clenched fists, rubbing up and down my jeans?Means I can tell that somehow I've fucked upI don't get facial cues but I can tell by your vocal toneThat I'll prolly walk home tonight
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Friday, 1 April 2022 21:49 (two years ago) link
With a bang of the gavelthe time to travel arrives.
Aching and wearyI say my teary goodbyes.
The prisoner in my mindis in no kind of condition
to note our cognitive dissonanceever since he stopped listening.
To me it was the crimeand the hard times that followed
which made the sound of my adviceto change our life ring so hollow.
Somebody had to keep the plates spinningwhen I was sinning in the wilderness.
But it was then that my inner voice made a choice to narrate my mess
It began to influence the movement of my body.I sensed it plotting to change my direction
and pushed back against its arrangementsto swerve my ship around icy obstructions.
I think we both tried to take the helmand quell the other’s resistance
If we were thirsty for plot development for a moment it was quenched.
My wreck was accompanied by sad violins. Since then it’s mostly been the silent treatment.
Unanswered questions festering intent.
The great editor in the skyrealizes there will be no mending
of an independent film with a horse-sized pill of an ambiguous ending
― Karl Malone, Tuesday, 5 April 2022 19:27 (two years ago) link
revision
The prisoner in my mindwas in no kind of condition
Somebody had to keep the plates spinningwhile I was sinning in the wilderness.
I think we both tried to take the helmand quell the other’s resistance.
We were thirsty for plot development.For a moment it was quenched.
The wreck was accompanied by sad violins. Since then it’s mostly been the silent treatment.
Two bodies in water that is choppywith temperatures dropping rapidly.
In the last days of the stormI ached for his reformed voice to speak back to me.
I wanted our feet back on the ground.but my efforts amounted to nothing.
I only had myself to thank.My heart sank while we were floating.
Sank to the very bottom of the oceanA motion to plead guilty.
Guilty to the very last drop.But which things should I stop doing.
Nodding and wearyI say my teary goodbyes
to the other side of my reflectionthe section that once tried
It’s not my farm to sell.Tell them truth or tell them lies.
― Karl Malone, Tuesday, 5 April 2022 20:38 (two years ago) link
through a combo of my computer being destroyed, trying to do some weird bullshit via the accessibility options accessible via pressing the power button 3 times in succession, some bad luck, and some worse judgment, i somehow completely destroyed my Notes file of poems. i posted a lot of them on here, but i almost always updated them afterward and changed a lot of things. i am an idiot. but that's ok. i feel like a tornado just destroyed everything, and it's nice to start with nothing in some ways
― Karl Malone, Thursday, 7 April 2022 04:34 (two years ago) link
:(
― assert (matttkkkk), Thursday, 7 April 2022 05:07 (two years ago) link
Seventyskyline, look west and then lieI've met yer imaginary friendSeriously we gunna start on them boys?Kevincusin always looked out for yerma
the devintyfellas have a deep lefteyeeyeball straight at yer familyWhose got their hand up? I only count one or twoI shout for Ceirwen, the only one bornteshit
and then the room shout kicks you out of your reverieshow your hands, naw, it's not importantyou know this kids, naw skid just back off of ityou found your corner, just take deep breaths and then wut
Imembered this boy, for whatever it's worthDuntree algoth, I still member him stillstillHands off me, I REMEMBER THAT EVENINGFlock yer pockets, you know it's the truth
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Friday, 8 April 2022 20:37 (two years ago) link
i almost always updated them afterward and changed a lot of things
the important changes happened in yer brain. don't reset it to the factory defaults and yer ok.
― more difficult than I look (Aimless), Friday, 8 April 2022 20:48 (two years ago) link
Levanti child, pick yourself from the floor"devinty" means there's twenty of them or moreSolitude solitude, then shout for help with math singularThe uni fuck just forgot what I said
Lebben birthdaycakes you'll feel in the morningLebben Smarties for a skelp from yer mawBoycott Nestle for a wink from the old yinBoycott Tuesday, shouting into the void
KLF doc, I think The Kid almost gets itSolitude onetime means the sqaure root of oneFlip all cards you please, they all say the same thingI'll just squint and pretend I see your face
Foxtrot to instructions but I wasn't listeningRealike vertract to a number of sinsThrow the pills up high, they'll come down in slow motionThe retelling said they sparkled in the air
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 9 April 2022 06:04 (two years ago) link
Maybe stop slurring your words, just replace "bornteshit"with "born to this shit". Also not happy with "then wut" but I have no solution for that, "what" would be an improvement but still not correct. No memory of what "Duntree algoth" was meant to mean but I'm happy to roll with that cus I like it aesthetically. The second part seems legit IT'S ALL ONE POEM!
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 9 April 2022 12:44 (two years ago) link
"Duntree" surely means frequently, contextually "algoth" must refer to being wasted on some particular drug? I am glad I explained to myself what "devintry" meant in a later verse, "levanti" I think refers to lifting up.
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 9 April 2022 12:51 (two years ago) link
"vertract" maybe some sort of withdrawal or religious spurning. "Lebben" maybe refers to consumption? Translation from my blackout state is tough...
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 9 April 2022 12:56 (two years ago) link
ELEVENTY THOUSAND! I'm as surprised as you areLet's count our blessings and walk back to the pubJust keep your mouth shut, here's a nugget for jukeboxWipe the smirk off your face, we have to socialise
Layla outro, pretend it's coincidenceNah, I donno where your kid is atMember that carride where he paid like a puggy?No idea what you're talking about...
Seventies villains still wear the same jacketsIf I kill him I can steal his shoesSwedish midwife is wagging her fingerI can wait, check my feet, I can wait
Some of these children grew up in my mother's houseLet's find Michael and doublecheckI remember that haircut, I remember that scuff-the-floorPretend you lived somwhere else
The way the teens guard me, the fact they're carrying toolsFlints a fire deep down in my chestThe way they slinked off when you had that heart issueMeans I should talk to their dad
I'd chill with The Priestess, but she lives up the heavy hillI severed that ribbon many months agoThat twitchy lane, with the geese and the enemy?I'll have the youth burn it down
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 9 April 2022 19:15 (two years ago) link
#onepoem
It was a travel league. Since our home field was flooded, we always played in another town, riding on the bus through the valley.
Several times, that year, it was homecoming for the other team. In retrospect, I know the reason was, the home team, naturally, hosting their homecoming, would usually plan to win the game, so they’d arrange the league’s schedule to play the worst team. That would be us.
As it was happening, it was always a surprise, at least to me.
The parking lot dust passed through the open windows. When we made our sweaty exit from the bus, some of it was on my forehead.
I saw their marching band gathering. I saw one of the kids struggling with a big bass drum. It was about as big as him. He was a rail thin wicket. He was trying not to look like it was too heavy, but it was. The harness dug deep into the shoulders. All the same he stood in line.
I heard them making fun of him.
The game quickly got out of hand. I was sitting on the bench, as I was accustomed, watching the players, watching the crowd.
I saw an ambulance parked behind the wire fence. Fireflies arranged musically on the practice field behind the lot. Pairs of lights smoothly moving on the highway. So many bugs flying way up in the bright lights.
I saw the coach’s assistant to the assistant, adjusting his headset.
The band played Land of 1000 Dances. It was over. We went 0 and 10.
I saw the bass drum kid, afterward.
Several years afterward. He had left for college and came back round. He was a sweet kid.
He wore new clothes and acted differently. We made eye contact but he didn’t recognize me.
― Karl Malone, Sunday, 10 April 2022 01:40 (two years ago) link
The bar at the end of the worldWas surprisingly busyA couple of regulars were thereAll people I didn’t want to see
― calstars, Sunday, 10 April 2022 01:57 (two years ago) link
heaven is a placewhere no one gets sickbecause when they get sickthey get kicked out of heaven
― Karl Malone, Sunday, 10 April 2022 02:02 (two years ago) link
Karl is that earlier one a Marilyn Haggerty review of an away game?
― assert (matttkkkk), Sunday, 10 April 2022 02:34 (two years ago) link
honestly, i have no idea what that means! :D
so no, it is not. but i want to hear more lol
― Karl Malone, Sunday, 10 April 2022 02:40 (two years ago) link
i just posted an updated version on my instagram, *burp**
Oh I was just referencing the newspaper food writer from Grand Forks who was famous for reviewing Olive Garden a while back; her prose has that kind of floating, detached poetry to it as well. Marilyn Haggerty's amazing Olive Garden review and the subsequent viral shitstorm
― assert (matttkkkk), Sunday, 10 April 2022 03:14 (two years ago) link