Submissions by GreaterPeril (Jared from the Backwoods)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i pissed away my scholarships and chose the hard way in life, but i make up for squandered potential by reading like words are the antidote to a fire that has been burning on my scalp itself for a decade or two (but who's counting?)
home no. 2
i opened my mouth
my baby bird
my sparrow
to receive
all that hatred
that your parents filled you up with
they took turns,
pouring it in your open mouth
like water or air
from a tin watering can
until you were full
but that's okay
for you see,
i have this hole inside
(i've been told)
impossibly wide
and so deep
if you spit
it will never reach the bottom
my baby bird
my sparrow
to receive
all that hatred
that your parents filled you up with
they took turns,
pouring it in your open mouth
like water or air
from a tin watering can
until you were full
but that's okay
for you see,
i have this hole inside
(i've been told)
impossibly wide
and so deep
if you spit
it will never reach the bottom
#sadness
#love
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tennessee no. 1
one time
we passed out
in the middle of the road
on a bridge over the creek
way off in the holler
fireflies and starlight
and hooch in the grass
this creek gets mighty high
with rain in spring
and you sip and hand it back
but we don't talk no more
and i can't remember much
from those days anyway
you like many others
will fall retrograde
in my wake
trailing behind
like newborn stars
to a runaway black hole
or headlights slowly
going around
an obstacle at night
we passed out
in the middle of the road
on a bridge over the creek
way off in the holler
fireflies and starlight
and hooch in the grass
this creek gets mighty high
with rain in spring
and you sip and hand it back
but we don't talk no more
and i can't remember much
from those days anyway
you like many others
will fall retrograde
in my wake
trailing behind
like newborn stars
to a runaway black hole
or headlights slowly
going around
an obstacle at night
#love
#night
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father no. 1
first of all
fuck you for fathering me
in the first place
I haven't been the same since
and secondly
I wish you had taken your due
in your satchel
and not in your own hands
to save some for later
and lastly,
I will always wonder
if life did this to you
or vice versa
so i know what to expect
while all this smoke
filters through
my own spread fingers
fuck you for fathering me
in the first place
I haven't been the same since
and secondly
I wish you had taken your due
in your satchel
and not in your own hands
to save some for later
and lastly,
I will always wonder
if life did this to you
or vice versa
so i know what to expect
while all this smoke
filters through
my own spread fingers
#parent
#family
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god stole my gun last night
god stole my gun last night
right from my locked car
center console
i bet he didn't look anything like my sunday school god
hunched
in a filthy hoodie
thumping the top of a shim
with a gloved and open palm
at night, no doubt
so as to not be seen
by mere mortals
i know he didn’t smash the window
didn’t leave a trace or a scratch
i bet he at least had a beard
god stole my gun last night
he left the door cracked
waving just a little bit
just so I knew
that’s the first sign
i...
right from my locked car
center console
i bet he didn't look anything like my sunday school god
hunched
in a filthy hoodie
thumping the top of a shim
with a gloved and open palm
at night, no doubt
so as to not be seen
by mere mortals
i know he didn’t smash the window
didn’t leave a trace or a scratch
i bet he at least had a beard
god stole my gun last night
he left the door cracked
waving just a little bit
just so I knew
that’s the first sign
i...
#sadness
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opium no. 2
every break i ever caught
was only barely enough
to cough me up here in front of you
in one piece
it's been four nights since it happened
sleepless and wallowing
this bull in a china shop
will settle down to sleep
in the wake of destruction
circling my feet
china white horns
moving while I breathe
and no other signs of life
Heroin chic
go on, celebrate
as sexy as
plopping a hand on the table
probably the left
and cutting off all five fingers
one by one
before...
was only barely enough
to cough me up here in front of you
in one piece
it's been four nights since it happened
sleepless and wallowing
this bull in a china shop
will settle down to sleep
in the wake of destruction
circling my feet
china white horns
moving while I breathe
and no other signs of life
Heroin chic
go on, celebrate
as sexy as
plopping a hand on the table
probably the left
and cutting off all five fingers
one by one
before...
#drugs
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