Marty Hiatt
Marty Hiatt reads and writes. From Melbourne, he currently lives in Berlin.
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each rubber particle meets a different stone               mother says so no christmas tales               though maybe an exterior        of the spearmint pool i was supposed to sing            or dribble               before i get back to reflecting time ending kick-starting it               oh sorry cutting corey's lunch again           but we shd stick more minorities in the spotlight               cast them in our own guilt-ridden pantomimes               take it from me               i'll be good to you baby               at the apex a hollow we like to turn               haven't you heard? god is not great guns are       a lathe for us all to work             bang           but let's get back to political for a moment            g# minor               raga               bone marrow          beat box               split 7" banker      it's all right here               rarin' with rainbow mentos
i quit water i promise i'll take it up again tomorrow     but barbiturates can we?
knowing
that it hurts to tell
ich habe viel Mühe ich bereite meinen nächsten Irrtum vor
drop of oil on a great stream     n the smoke rising through the water mirroring its slick before they meet               passing a section the section penetrating recording       the arrowhead tips of the waves a star chart flashing               n the stench of molten blubber               n the dripping fire that lights only a tumid black flow               emery glacier     n the blind whole echoes celebrates itself its prismatic its manifold blindness                folds like dough               n the creases vanish      have you seen the many mouths gargling in the swell? heard the ears spinning?     bristles wets itself wet for joy for terror      you can tell you can you can
you can
                  tell
Marty Hiatt reads and writes. From Melbourne, he currently lives in Berlin.
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