Blog Entries by Marianne Daniels (2010)

Out there we have a world.

I doubt myself, my hands like lace,

pale anaemic whispers, and touch the air.

It is heavy like a pallbearer’s lung,

it is, where my eye meets, rust.

“Remember me” - What youth I have!

Thin and untidy, knotted and Ophelia,

under my fingernails, and innate,

leaping out of my throat. Unkissed.

There are ...

Thursday 16th December 2010 1:24 pm

Rhombus

I lean, subservient

between two directions.

My body is a hare; bucking

and pinned, pulling hands at an angle,

thinking me beautiful.

I am fast but sterile,

static gospels, my passions

measurable.

I am you

quantified

on your wife,

biting envies, cut glass eyes,

sharp gossip.

I am Siamese;

two beaks wide

over each hunger,

jaws locked...

Wednesday 15th December 2010 11:40 am

The Yell Room

I live in a room that moans,

we are segregated through pitch; that stomach ache

and my sigh.

She covets clothes,

impressions of talent, watches me walk away

with four walls

on skin.

At an excuse, I sit with her,

a candle up to my eye,

imagine a Victorian, a house closing in on my ribs,

twisted wreaths around my spine, tilting my head up,

gasping for b...

Thursday 2nd December 2010 11:36 am

The Ask of Conversation

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I placed myself amongst ghosts,

floorboards, stripped, bare and honest -

those paths, what remain, prey for romantics,

meaning by theft, unclothed, and love by absence.

My saint up to an empty hanging space, orthodox,

suicide pertaining, kiss, plaiting fingers down my back,

look onto my breath as company and perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...

I am a girl, I am a boy, lucid...

Wednesday 1st December 2010 2:53 pm

Mr Camera

Making a subject out of you, collecting each cell;

a dangerous ankle,

completes.

The emotive fingerprint, her hair and pout,

sharp like a wine bottle in his chest,

takes him away from his wife’s memory –

and love is fashion, put in front of him,

a pink lipstick smeared on the wrists;

a power pop pulse.

Sister Morphine, falling on your body, laughi...

Tuesday 30th November 2010 2:58 pm

Cataract

I see you, pedestrian, matte, impassive sky,

not unlike a smear on a windscreen – wings erased,

and nonplussed - spread in your presence, dull.

Where is the stroke of Korat fur, the thunder blushing finger?

I am so wanting today.

I left my daughter by the sea, growing auburn,

do you know her? And my father’s dandelion hair;

away, away, away.

I move without ...

Thursday 18th November 2010 1:00 pm

And the trees fought back

And the trees fought back,

twisted arrows, fractioning sky -

all maze, all black.

The coroner coughed;

red throated snaps,

between his clothes, hi-jacked.

They wore their bite,

dangling wrist snappers,

clothed the route with cracks,

stuck a thistle in the apple’s tie–

no shriek, no moan, no cry,

but still a fallen man on his back.

Wednesday 10th November 2010 1:44 pm

The Persistent Memoir

The rope felt the bark many times,

roughed it’s muscles, the hair fracturing in ice,

split the year in half and dangled -

pillars without a point running through paper,

nothing at once, one recurring halo.

Elaborate glass; stretch it out over the heat -

a body floating, a body standing,

opening up bright eyes, a thirst, a cough

under the shifting of ...

Tuesday 2nd November 2010 2:38 pm

The Subtitles

Carrying your Oscar Wilde smile,

at first you seem distant from the merchandise

but really

the talk is cheap, bloated up with artistic soliloquies,

rendering itself archaic and, hmm, can I take another cigarette?

kind of dull.

I tried to write down the quote that you just said on my napkin,

so I could read it without your affections,

and it seems a ...

Tuesday 19th October 2010 11:50 am

Bite the Bullet

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Mr Incisor, make the mouth proud.

Neither your censure nor your parade can be sketched.

You harass the air

and the common ground is constipated.

Open up wide and let’s inspect the silver,

would you mind if I just dipped in my pen

and twirl around the salad, a little dizzy?

Maybe I could underline a few ammunitions,

and make a poem out of you,

hold it up to ...

Thursday 16th September 2010 2:46 pm

Bullet

Where The Paper Falls.

Whispers of grey synthesize and lanterns disentangle; the light forms and loses disperate people.

They looked like bees, moving in and out; furraging futile in a bedrock and fax paper porridge.

The floor - where was the floor? Ten thousand hands, athritis and athrimatic , cup the sound of sirens.

When lines were cut, the paper towered down, and for all of you there -we shap...

Wednesday 15th September 2010 12:00 pm

The Courage Pattern

The ankle lost in snow,

turns,

the girl knows, dipping powder,

making granite fair,

but not so.

For the razor shows the impure,

the lack of refined lash

to fan the fire,

the kohl dripping down a path,

and the lie of love aghast,

seeing her in the cold light of day.

Every autumn, she faints

under the brittle knuckles,

the path, obsc...

Tuesday 14th September 2010 10:56 am

The Eighty Eight Handshake

Affectionate and shapely fingers, forking fast but sometimes falling feline,

half asleep,

make ten places, cold and white, come to state and then reverberate,

a peaking zephyr with plaiting hands,

friends with the dark pools of fish and kings,

kelp beards and pearl girls,

trident chords,

heavenly.

Oh go, supple pounce! Into the finger cut - the mighty cradl...

Tuesday 7th September 2010 1:56 pm

Harpy

The air of stealth and felony,

parting assets with scratches and feather tickled thievery,

pushes a knotted wind through the bigamy

of gene and ornithology

and takes

of your equity,

while you watch the birdie.

Tuesday 7th September 2010 11:39 am

Electric Chair

My chrysalis, my content to form,

my spectacle amongst my bad public,

and my rush in rule etiquette –

save me.

My words are like fingerprints,

smearing stale sketches,

I have become a nuisance to my sanity

and it shocks me a cold slave.

Can’t feel the moment too close,

can’t look at the sore too wrong.

Wanting, I have

and it left me...

Thursday 2nd September 2010 3:32 pm

Stagger Out

A half person/half reptile running through my skin

splits open a cartoon without the delicate line

and vulgar lips smack Pandora’s grin; red pus and a constant now,

charting ridiculous, a tailgate for a tongue,

slipping and red wine and bottles all gone.

Doodling eyes and questionable therapies

are fastening their seatbelts

on packets of cigarettes - each drag a soli...

Thursday 2nd September 2010 2:59 pm

An Indulgence

I sit here

like a ferocious poet - all feeling, and love, and flint,

and force,

and guilt,

swallowing acrid waters to dampen the quilt

I wrapped around love, like romance,

and tilt

my chest just to feel again the statue of you inside.

And that you,

the one that I made,

yes, that you, still smacks

my waste;

that me, yes me,

that I made w...

Saturday 21st August 2010 5:44 am

101

Such tarring compliments greet me here;

the twisted sweet buds of too clean a word –

they nuzzle their knuckles into the very distant me,

a glue of ant legs for my body.

Take away my fingers, take away my fist,

remove the bite underneath my lip,

suck,

mother, a plagiarism,

something remembered, never born.

Go...

Wednesday 7th July 2010 1:47 pm

Sister Houdini

I always meet you in a grave,

you see me there, startled

and cut.

Sharp enough to make rough,

a conversation

that never sees the light of day.

You left me in the corner of my eye

quickly filling up with black.

I ate the black

and my veins turned white;

the line of chalk between us,

sometimes smeared.

My father was good and yours?

...

Friday 2nd July 2010 4:05 pm

Fragments

The gesture takes shape in the shavings of the sky,

swooning pregnant with a mouth of dreams, and the rapid eye

believes.

She waits on the day with her fingers,

trimming the water, visiting his shoulder

in the breeze – hair, lips, and collarbone, blushed,

and, pilgrim like, her memory invents a body,

whispering the leap of the burnt lake, the sun ice-skat...

Wednesday 30th June 2010 3:42 pm

The Famished Asylum

You fell on me, with a knot and all eyes,

nothing more than the space

outside the quotidian argument,

uprooted and callow. You spoke

like a pendulum and I bit my lip.

I counted the years on my waist

at an angle from you – Sisyphus

drew breath, and my feet kicked the curriculum,

sharp. I am no more your absolution

than your vindication; you sip my pers...

Friday 25th June 2010 11:24 am

Spirited up to the table with tastes and tongues disabled; smitten by duty and raped with honour, snivelling back with medals of fate and a chewed cheek that fell bitter on the lips - an embrace bleaching your insolence with tips- you become the dice of the human. Which part married the eternity with reason? Who gave the good the right to plan treason? The author rules the world and the ...

Tuesday 15th June 2010 2:30 pm

Prom Night

“My mouth is mentored by urgency;

a rapturous chalice making fast my heart,

I promise without choice, moreover a lock

than love,

wandering blind in the distance, drunk

on sentiment.

Doubting my adolescence,

I respect the placebo

if it punishes me artistically,

if it does not really punish me.”

She props her elbow up, tipping back the flask,

smu...

Monday 14th June 2010 12:28 pm

The Sculptor

Come to me Amyelia;

Barren ballerina, compliant as a question mark.

I make you foreign as a statue,

you have no bark to sharpen limbs

or catch a memory like a bruise,

a porcelain whisper clotting my fingerprint

you are,

and fashion asbestos in my anaesthetic.

Abreacted, you are all window,

and catching the light – a magpie

makes you mortar.

...

Wednesday 9th June 2010 2:20 pm

The Hour of the Critic

I sit here convoluted; a heart with thoughts,

laddered, essential for a cause,

an impulse protector, and a radio knob

for outside contortions.

Intentions, the aches as habitual as breathing,

are safe as a puckering bud but, tasting

the back of my lips I find

a syndicate of vines,

thorning the future for fuck ups.

I fall over a root, samplin...

Wednesday 26th May 2010 2:35 pm

The Rib

The flesh is second hand

and the mind mothered by a man,

turning me into the worst kind,

bloated up by my lack of,

and gluttonous on dishes plump with peril.

Confused, I walk into the wall,

smacking my jaw and fluting

my bite onto the floor, I see my face

as a shriek of death

and I regurgitate

a waste of bone.

I am nothing more than a c...

Monday 24th May 2010 10:20 am

Walk alone

Sympathy, why must I walk alone?

The tears, the hunger, the thrown stone,

the fault of emotion bleeding monarchs of madness in their minds;

who are they to say I deserve the ripe singe

of the lonely tongue?

I tore myself,

I swallowed my health, and wild eyed

waded in the air

for arms to grab and take me home.

Love, why must I walk alone?

I fel...

Sunday 23rd May 2010 7:55 pm

Pandora's Box

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“Refine your appetite.”

The hand is mercurial, a pensile obedience

for a cute fox, the champion of open heart surgery,

and runs far beyond the prophetic tease, death is tepid

or so the child believes, the one that smiles in the stretch

...

Wednesday 19th May 2010 1:58 pm

THE VINDICTIVE VOWEL (or the deflated self).

For who am I reserved?

I weave a curl from my medicine into a stag’s crown -

splintered howls bow, and I am uninspired.

Tired, moving into more, ridicule, perspire,

and leaving town, the wrists salivate on the floor, dumb,

and I am chicken skin,

barely thin anymore; retention, a cupidity clause,

a stained air, a gas, an alcoholic bypass,

the weathe...

Friday 7th May 2010 12:47 pm

The Birthday Comb

She tips her age into his yawning hands, tracing the mother tide.

Her eyes are bites, and with her smile, her smash of glass in a feral air,

she leaps forward:

“Name me in your heart.”

His shoulders sigh, fanning twilight thin, and stretch in the arch

of a velvet coat, and with a voice of milk and ice, he complies;

“You leap into me like a g...

Tuesday 27th April 2010 12:10 pm

Blowback

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The soil is contagious;

peppering the inane as the anthem,

heaped with bloated hell-elujahs,

and confiscated, somewhere a conscience

slips

and the ear runs frantic

like a hyper moth, like a git with a grin

and a bottle of gin, and a kamikaze toothpick

to rid the mind of sin, and somewhere the world

quips

an appendix of thanks,

and you ar...

Friday 23rd April 2010 11:43 am

M.E.E Coming

I bought flesh
to walk my sins around
and leak my treacle-cloying
hungers on a breathe that could
stain ears.

Within a beaker,
my philosophy smacks into
my teeth
and with a fierce guarding
lost in woman-form,

I wager pleasant countries,
chasing bile.
To be given to all,
just in thought,
I could,

but I exist elsewhere
...

Wednesday 21st April 2010 3:52 pm

Picking up a broken mirror...

I cup the head, falling down, posing as beautiful thought, suspended and capitalised, and not really anything, and flash the adornments as they are - grappling feigning arms of grace and wisdom; scratching, shivering out, rehearsed, and a lie. I have never met an I so diluted with others, so empathetic, so swamped with surrogate liability, that the population swims in my palm, irrespective of...

Tuesday 13th April 2010 1:39 pm

In the shadow of silence.

A suede tongue flicks a gripping pill,

a yo yo machine for the tides of an acid school,

and marks the seconds like a list,

memories are ploughed and never forgive.

Blinks are berserk and dry.

Vitruvian -

Cobra coiled wrists punch

circus pulses, automated, and wait

for a whisper. Born mad, the hope

is fatigue, knowing the senses

are as sharp...

Monday 12th April 2010 3:06 pm

Mr Piano

Catastrophe kisses the blind man -

is his eye lid tumbling down the stairs,

smacking whispers and gratifying his spine with noise.

What heart would cry out at the sight of a bomb

in this romance?

Grated with hushed fear

and fingers adopting the seat,

I harvest the solitude in your absence

that sucks me like a parched clarinet,

and my quivering wrists fa...

Saturday 27th March 2010 10:49 pm

Ghost

The velvet smears, dancing through the throb of fingers,

bouncing on a breath of paraffin

and tickles a war that is wrought, harshly cheek boned

and a ghastly sand breaking up the black.

Hyper-parched, fainting through glass, a vaccinated conscious

is static on the shoulder of the room, the velvet is slack,

the eye is a black bruise and

elsewhere, a vein is eth...

Thursday 18th March 2010 11:29 am

Bird and Fish

They watch each other through tears,

knowing reasons must exist.

Scoring through, the bold takes,

and rising, gawping heaven, the conversation suffocates.

Tuesday 16th March 2010 3:19 pm

A Girl On The Stairs Who Was Not There

I thought you were a god –

a diamond on every angle, giving me a face

and light;

clean and correct

and valid and permanent.

I thought with ticks and boxes

and fought, exhausted, when

I stained the hue

brought in from your boot,

and felt the grooves

walk down my throat.

I bloated myself up with ghosts

and they passed through,

...

Tuesday 16th March 2010 12:42 pm

Mule

I am exhausted, walking in the shadow of a marsupial,

always with fists full of cloth and an ex-dinner.

I rent the bad for a bang-bang on a guitar, stretching it out

like fly-paper and

I heap

myself on top, flopping every bone like a concrete cushion.

In to the corner, my eye gravitates, expecting a flick of heaven this way

and never sleeps –

my skeleton is a sti...

Thursday 11th March 2010 3:30 pm

Banshee

The moon slips, a milky angle, transpiring a foetal obsession

and with my back, I give and with my front, I smirk,

bent like a spoon, a hamstrung spouse,

cold in the air, and without reason, I

make tracks, dipping my bareness in the silver,

agitating the organic with a sterile certificate.

I am a coarse tangent until muted

and my hair hisses, without porcelain....

Thursday 11th March 2010 11:15 am

A Girl Cries Upon Seeing a Solitary Magpie

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"Magpie - why do we have wires in our throats,

and whys, and watery whippet tanks that become wilting veins with age?"

Why do you mourn?

"I see myself as an old anarchy and my imperfections

are wrought with woe, I will die and you will die and no one will know."

When it reaches out over your skin, and past your breath like a hungry wind,

you will know. ...

Tuesday 2nd March 2010 10:45 pm

Imaginary Friend

You are there

in the spinning night, clutching my heavy splendour

and spending my cheek with compassion

soaked through to the bone. A

rusty pilot overcome in the morning,

I become,

frowning and, crooked, between child

and universe, I stop in my throat -

a hateful haste -for you promote

me far more finer

with the shade of your parlour.

As ...

Monday 1st March 2010 12:44 pm

Grail

A soup of earth, gloating thick against a sprint,

slues the archaeologist, and ranks a shadowy elbow

above head and heart,

trilling, thrilling, distilling vocalyptic egos

traipsing on severed toes beguiling

a patterned plateau to follow.

Some calluses can be Creationists; strapping laughter

on a cello, a handsome young devil in the shroud of armadil...

Thursday 25th February 2010 12:02 pm

The House Outside and Other Stories

The skin is misanthropic, rippling down with fetching thirst,

tampering alcoholic and,smacking with mud, the wood holds

an atlas in the skeleton of a home; a hermit grave given stage

and velvet staircase,

save, for the bloated glove,

waltzing, wanting on the snubbed axis – inside, a libel for a healthy wage

and outside, days…He is/ she is a woeful hand, jilted in...

Tuesday 23rd February 2010 12:04 pm

Wallpaper

The paperweight tangerine, swinging on my cerebral stem,

is humming the pips into my curls with every yesterday

You smile for,

every yesterday

pasted on the kitchen chords clogging my vocal sore points

as I turn into the wall.

You are an epic winner;

Crushing lampshade government,

And we can’t do jack-shit about it.

Tuesday 9th February 2010 3:28 pm

Photograph Mafia

Open me up

and rest your eyes on the terrible celibate;

the reptile bleached with a solar Scandinavia,

grinning metallic and framing a future fast.

She plays each part as faithful as a bad memory

and everything is stained, Spiro graphed into nuisance,

and is plaque.

They are living not for you but for everyone to view

the ceremony with rooftop distorted

and...

Monday 8th February 2010 11:29 am

Albatross

The roar pummels through like thought, pinching feet

and pointing eyebrow, marinating the hair with the savoury sky,

tipping over at an angle.

Pleating memories of blue with crushed carbon, the smile is fierce,

yellow and fixed, and shellbacks, tasting lopsided,

never greet the insomniac, carefree.

He straddles patience, beatific, and muses tides with...

Thursday 4th February 2010 11:08 am

Personals

My appetite flaunts and my hair tangles, my bare feet flip my final fantasy, and lolling, with desperate icy doors down into my throat, god couldn't prevent this running beast from heaven if heaven didn't exist, existing in sharp cold moulds, biting delicious, I don't meet anyone, I have not known, but I bruise my eyes on window panes looking for that magic eye to take me home. The beauty...

Saturday 23rd January 2010 11:42 pm

Sterile 459

The tubes display the clotted fair; pumping the pageant of ruby lips up to the surface to give Them the gift of the nod in an eye, the flickering switch, with that 'no patients' scorn, swabbing your veins dry, touching you without touching. Just how loudly do you have to stick out your tongue? Stoic on the bed, the ceiling cackles like cockroaches and I am a child - one, two, three, f...

Saturday 23rd January 2010 5:51 pm

Yellow

I have a tidy mind: sunflowers balanced on ballet, basins baking crinkled architects - fingerprints of chrome yellow. I have a tidy mind: corn fields rusted on the scratch of bees, or eye of child with pointing questioned trowels of sun yolk. I have a tidy mind: abandoned, I have to work with three walls yellow, and the fourth me - unravelling canvases on the outside with...

Monday 18th January 2010 4:42 am

Paralysis

The inhumane hour descends; argumentative in silent regency, devilish in smooth arcs of tourmaline, plastering far like a pure weep with space enough to seduce, it heaps a body of myths tasting your lips with a muzzled army, paramount, waiting in strength, listing muscles archaic with witless blinks, or a pickled amputee, sound-swabbed and time taut. Alone, a breath feeds like an ang...