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Jonathan Marks
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End Credits
As my parents' black labrador dances to Surfin' Bird I think we can safely roll the end credits to my life He's really going for it really shaking his ass It's really quite remarkable
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Snow That Hasn't Happened Yet
Hit the mattress with the wooden sword Pour water on the mattress This isn't a Haruki Murukami novel These aren't our real lives Snow that hasn't happened yet The prisoners were exceedingly polite I smiled or was it a wince Put down that Haruki Murukami nov...
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Lines Composed in Hollyrood Park on an Indian Summer's Day
Subliminal holistic dosages of poetry are transmitted via electronic algorithmic feed Your bouquet blocks my view of the TV screen It's difficult to look urbane whilst carrying a plastic tub of Coleslaw down Leith Walk at night But I manage Dismantle your m...
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Hostage Situation
Act drunk – take the
matches – dad knows – the lassies regarded him oddly and walked
away – grinning, clearing his throat – odd looking in his
oversized leather jacket and blue cap – he didn't want that we go
to his house – the night was so fucking dark the...
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Crawlspace
I won't pretend that
living in this crawlspace doesn't have its disadvantages, but at the
very least I'm insulated. Sometimes something seeps through,
something warm, or something cold. At this point my skin is very
sensitive. Hell, it was always sensitive,...
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Hostage Situation
Act drunk – take the
matches – dad knows – the lassies regarded him oddly and walked
away – grinning, clearing his throat – odd looking in his
oversized leather jacket and blue cap – he didn't want that we go
to his house – the night was so fucking dark the...
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Ficción #2
It wasn't until I was lower down. That was when the reality of my error began to dawn on me. I remember the distant boom of a drum and the sense that the colours were draining out of everything. Crowds singing in the distance. And that feeling of desaturati...
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Ficción #1
The bar I was drinking in used to be a hairdressers. I knew this as I recalled having my hair cut here as an infant. And now it was a gentrified bar. An odd thing to have out here in my rural hometown on the outskirts of the city. And an odd venue in which ...
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Crawl into the Traps that you set for Yourself
It was a unremarkable Wednesday night and I was attempting to cycle through various activities in order to pass the time. A typical evening such as this would involve Spanish lessons, playing guitar, reading, watching Netflix and perhaps even playing video ...
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