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Man Rag



                Art
          deserves better things than    its imaginary
inhabitants.


*



she’s
            attractive
    although

Here    art paused.
  Yes
                art pointed


Would you prefer     head


        art said, with some heat.

*

             art:

  The emphasis on
rests on

    traditional
           -knit

            square holes, and
                the importance of
            self-centred,
   complex
         impulses should not be thwarted.

I
was constantly nagged by busybodies like    Georgia
to do something about
             those
            paintings

   in                    Italy

            a constant supply of heiresses
    make
      out
                and
 decline.
            MODERN
        art,              depressed.

      Am I
beside    the sun
             and in the     depths of
                 his        face.


*



                Cocooned in
damp red        fingers
           grimaced
          his mother

     gah!

Why did you        demand
                 reluctance
when
                the sublime self-
                           was un re-
cognisable,
       
divided

*


You’ll have to fend for yourself
    anyway
        with love and fury, and she
went down the stairs.

     Something                she
should know, having
               
encased him
                    eons ago.

*

    A bat whistles

to  evoke          laughter.


*

 
your sister has
        been confounded by

        the        Circus


     and


            the end.

                    it is
                           so

common to
            count    sheep;


*


We could

    repair        two
                  needs
  if he blossoms

His
        mother        had taken
                  one of the governors
              Underneath the flaky exterior and
                           it was
really a happy compromise

                of
        
                    fucking


*


No    was
      the revving of
                her

                loneliness.

The new
                  servant’s
                      back

                curving
                was
an attractive sight;
                        although
                expensive


*

    A prodigy
    has

to practise,

                remember.

            Here are some


        curious

            marks


They must     be
        
             new ones


*

  
                 her
                    dress,
                     animated            
    his
    engine
          on.
                Art still
        was his enemy.
           a            golden
            head
            inspired a greater
                       charge
     of
        vision.

    He had
               succeeded in blocking
                something he had once

    known:
                        the

            art              of     work.


from the Man Rag Poems


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mariannemorris  
co-edits BadPress and is the author of: Cocteau Turquoise Turning.


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