3 poems by Mark Anthony Pearce

Punk Noir Magazine

SEVENTEEN THOUSAND


‘i rip up my last 15 qwid
and sprinkle it over
her head
like
confetti

thats the only type
of weding shes gonna get’

-From ‘15 qwid’ by Billy Childish

One day
She assured me
She was going
To wake up
One morning
Roll over
On her side
And kiss the
Love of her life
And I wake up
Never telling her
That my pillowcase
Has seventeen
Thousand times
More bacteria
Than a toilet seat

Bristol, April 2020

FOR LEWIS (WHO PLAYED HIS PART WELL)

“Humankind cannot bear very much reality.”-T.S Eliot

It must have
Been 10am
When I got
The phone call
From Lewis
I was half asleep
Trying to regain
My thoughts
And sense of reason
Lewis said
He worked
At the bank
And he told me
He suspected
Someone had
Been taking
Money out
Of my account
He gave me
A crime
Reference number
And asked
For my
Security code
Like a fool
I watched
All my money
Vanish before
My eyes
Lewis played
His role
To perfection
And was
Generous enough
To leave me
£36 to live on
The following evening
I walked towards
To the off license
And a woman came
Up to me
Asking for cash
She had something
Growing in her belly
And had teeth
Like Nosferatu’s
She wasn’t from
Around here
And I told her
Everything
She didn’t
Want to hear
Once I got to
The off license
The shopkeepers
Argued with
The homeless
Polish man
‘We keep telling
You to beg
On the end
Of the street!’
He must have
Been told that
A thousand times
But I wondered
If that spot
Might be soon
Reserved for me
Anyhow
After feeling
Sorry for myself
And the Pole
A customer
Spectacularly
Tripped overThe airstep
Thermostep
Platinum sponge
Rubber underlay

Bristol, April 2021

FRIEDRICH RUCKERT WROTE 428 POEMS ON THE DEATH OF CHILDREN 


With all the books
About death
Like unopened coffins
On my shelves
At times like these
It’s a good job
I don’t tend
To look at them
All that often
Instead I look at
In terrified
Stupefied awe
At the
Pictures ofMass cremations
In India
Scratch the rash
Around my neck
Trembling 
Listening 
To Mahler’s
‘Kindertotenlieder’

Bristol, April 2020

 
Mark Anthony Pearce lives and works as a Receptionist in Bristol, South West England. He is the author of two books of Poetry, ‘Perforated By Sirens’ (With Danny D. Ford) (December 2020, Analog Submission Press) & ‘Wheelchair Tony’ (March 2021, Between Shadows Press). His poetry has been published in University of Essex Poetry Journal, BS Poetry Magazine and online, Inefável, Coronaverses, Winamop, Horror Sleaze Trash, Duane’s PoeTree, Piker Press, Albany Poets, Ten Million Flies, Open Arts Forum, Cacti Fur & Cephalo Press. Mark’s writing has also featured in ‘Anne Bean: Self Etc’ (Live Art Development Agency and Intellect Books, Autumn 2018)