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letra de it's mark grist - mark grist

mark grist
can’t spit
parked at the bar with an old beer can and parchment
tired of this, not used to crafting bars
can’t feel sh-t, don’t get me started
my mits aren’t equipped
what i’m carving’s hardly useable

excuse me while i barge in!
mark grist, starving artist, party barred and b-st-rd
in charge of glasses
“mama he’s passed out starfish on the carpet!”
half tony stark mixed with half bonaparte mixed with half joan of arc – embalmed in flame r-t-rdant

mark grist, calm as a spa tree
grasping like a tarpet
sparring masked ninjas above scotland yard
arms ripping through plaster looking to charge before the spark hits
half man, half myth like blowing “ha!” into your cartridge

sarge it’s large up on the sonar
it’s mark grist as he darts, swims through basking shark’s fins
palm to palm flip the carp
stringrays part as he gargles in his own shangri-la
fish dance with mermaids as they unclasp their bra strings

mark grist, serving underarm with advantage
he can’t miss the target; his opponent’s started chanting
now sprawling lethargic, starboard of his starship
martian force departing
mastiffs barking down the hallways as they guard him

mark grist, sl!ck side parting not sure what he’s charged with
but the mark grist at the bar is demanding some answers
he raises his arm, winks, starts parping from his armpit
jury fall around laughing as he pins it all on jar jar binks

harsh mark grist, starred starch
winds barge past him in his basket mashing hard through the antarctic
now half bitten, arm dripping, sparking his last sick
zombies march in towards the shotgun he can’t lift
now feeling carsick
now being carsick
now six hundred mark grists drive past him as he’s barfing
now sharp whistle, large shindig, raising his glass, clink!
harvesting laughs, winks, large fins like “that’s so charismatic!”

midnight in the park swigging a few jars
six guys walking past him
one stops to ask “is that mark grist?”
no answers, they nod and charge in, gripping his arms, hitting him hard
mark snarls – lips, nose, face drip away
mug splits apart
mark bleeds ribs, spark t–th sink into arm
“jesus, carl’s bleeding!”
gasps, screams, whimpers, bright can’t believe it, cries out “carl cheese it!”
creatures mouth plays apart whispers

“mark david grist”
lightning arcs
pavement splits
and large naked gin, bare -rs-d naturist
ape as you can be made to think
his calves part, d-ck sways, thick as margate
whips hilltops with more force than darth vader’s kids

mark david grist
grenades are like grapes to it
waves turn away as it brace those razor clips
parked in his crater it laughs takes a sh-t
whilst wailing out its favourite bits from taylor swift’s greatest hits

“sarge it’s just too dangerous, no way we can parlay with this
cars have been caved and flipped
carnations ripped and bombed
in the park drenched in drink
i mean the local spa’s sprayed in p-ss
we’ll all end up pureed like those park rangers did”

“we’ve got one last chance kid, aim for it’s -rs- make it stick!
take position, look sharp”

“sarge, you’ll be alarmed, wait that twig, no – sh-t!”

eyes blanched raised to its arched frame and twists
appraising grin waits to spring
sarge barks “ok wait for it!”

mark david grist
rifles charged, spray the pips
like the dark flaming limbs
monster barks flames of spit
thousands charred; bacon bits
carves and carved sprayed to mist

one last parched caveman sinks back to his arms
raises his last dart, heart’s racing, kicks back to his army training, nailing it
his dog tag shows one name it’s grist, there’s an m legit
we’re ending this
the enemy dismembers while surveying him
he’s not afraid – it charges, he targets, waits, then
cl!ck

- mark grist

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