by Marty Shambles

“…a plume of smoke pours / from my lips dangerous precedents are set every day.”

by Marty Shambles

“the adoration is truncated as they shuffle you / offstage to make room for the new players / who will be loved more than all your gestures combined.”

by Marty Shambles

“the words illuminate a holy picture show… / then to again be inert symbols / scrawling the walls of this prison.”

by Marty Shambles

“O-F-F-E-N… / you see the reactions of / your audience—faces washed / with disgust—-and you know / you’ve stepped in it…”

by Marty Shambles

“everyone / vies for my attention, but i just / drive with my bones, waiting for a / metaphor that never comes.”

Poetry by Marty Shambles

“step right up folks / step right up! / come see the amazing analog poet / watch this human anachronism / use an organic computer made of skull goo / to formulate sentences never before / uttered by man or machine.”