Submissions by Nick (Nick Pierce)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Pool Route
As is my way, I had come through the gate Indian quiet.
And there he was. Ass backin' out of my truck's passenger door.
Saw me, dropped stolen stuff and came up with a piece.
I'm thinkin' "Go ahead, get one off. It'll read better in the report" as I'm lookin' at the red dot that's halfway between chin and navel on his white t shirt.
My hand had seen that it couldn't see his and unholstered. Squeezin' the semi-auto's grip was activatin' the Crimson Trace laser.
My mind was watchin' his eyes. Inside I wasn't much carin' how things went....
And there he was. Ass backin' out of my truck's passenger door.
Saw me, dropped stolen stuff and came up with a piece.
I'm thinkin' "Go ahead, get one off. It'll read better in the report" as I'm lookin' at the red dot that's halfway between chin and navel on his white t shirt.
My hand had seen that it couldn't see his and unholstered. Squeezin' the semi-auto's grip was activatin' the Crimson Trace laser.
My mind was watchin' his eyes. Inside I wasn't much carin' how things went....
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Helpful Romantic
She wants thunder and lightning
I slam the door and flash on the lamp
She says she needs more sweetness
Mr. Happy gets dipped into a jar of honey
She would like to feel held tighter
Another ratchet click on the seat belt wide strapping
I want her calling out my name
during her moments of release
She wants to tingle from feet to
hair tips
The lamp is tore from the cord
The insulation peeled inches back
After I wrap the bare wire amongst her toes
I think we will both get what we want
I slam the door and flash on the lamp
She says she needs more sweetness
Mr. Happy gets dipped into a jar of honey
She would like to feel held tighter
Another ratchet click on the seat belt wide strapping
I want her calling out my name
during her moments of release
She wants to tingle from feet to
hair tips
The lamp is tore from the cord
The insulation peeled inches back
After I wrap the bare wire amongst her toes
I think we will both get what we want
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Mary Night Piece Work
Her tatts are blurred by wine
She kinda smells like cat piss
I tap on the butcher papered typer
as the rooms bulb dances from the cord
(fucking trains)
My rig is darted in the wall
Won't need it anymore, finally met God
Ashtrays everywhere
All overfilled
That babe can sure suck some butt
Gotta finish this piece
Get some sack time
Tomorrows horror dawns early
She kinda smells like cat piss
I tap on the butcher papered typer
as the rooms bulb dances from the cord
(fucking trains)
My rig is darted in the wall
Won't need it anymore, finally met God
Ashtrays everywhere
All overfilled
That babe can sure suck some butt
Gotta finish this piece
Get some sack time
Tomorrows horror dawns early
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I get so self -centered
No- not the New Age, inner balanced (well, actually it is old age- ancient age- times gone by age- pre his... NICK!
wha'- oh, sorry)
Ahem...
Orderin' fries and a cheeseburger, guy ringin' me up, I'm lookin' at a scar on the top of his right wrist.
Looks like an aerial view of dried up streams in the desert.
I gotta ask.
I ask.
Dog bite.
His dog (Lab, Chow, Pit Bull mix).
One Hundred and Two stitches.
I'm seein' it four months post nip.
Asks if I wanna see the picture (says everyone wants to see the picture)....
wha'- oh, sorry)
Ahem...
Orderin' fries and a cheeseburger, guy ringin' me up, I'm lookin' at a scar on the top of his right wrist.
Looks like an aerial view of dried up streams in the desert.
I gotta ask.
I ask.
Dog bite.
His dog (Lab, Chow, Pit Bull mix).
One Hundred and Two stitches.
I'm seein' it four months post nip.
Asks if I wanna see the picture (says everyone wants to see the picture)....
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All Cried Out
Ain't got no more tears
Dry
Expending all my hoarded ammo
Won't be buyin' more
Watchin' real knife attacks on the 'net
Adjusting my hand defense skill sets
Lookin' to revive the spiritual self
A zombie walkin' start is acceptable
Twenty thirteen
Could be good
Could be bad
Could be I don't see the end of it
Who can know these things
I do know I fear a mortal end
Less and less
Day after day
A man's heart
Any man's heart
Can only take a...
Dry
Expending all my hoarded ammo
Won't be buyin' more
Watchin' real knife attacks on the 'net
Adjusting my hand defense skill sets
Lookin' to revive the spiritual self
A zombie walkin' start is acceptable
Twenty thirteen
Could be good
Could be bad
Could be I don't see the end of it
Who can know these things
I do know I fear a mortal end
Less and less
Day after day
A man's heart
Any man's heart
Can only take a...
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Sincere Pitch Night Starlight
What value, a man's word?
Very utterance of his soul,
sound vibration of his heart.
True Heart, that is.
(bearing in mind the Nipponese concept of three hearts
One to show the Public
One to show in Private
One shown only to One).
How a man puts it all on the line when
he gives
his word.
Violate it and he is irreparably useless.
Stand by it and he can lose everything.
Everything but that which puts his value beyond
animal.
An ability to eschew all for Virtue.
'Tis a quality...
Very utterance of his soul,
sound vibration of his heart.
True Heart, that is.
(bearing in mind the Nipponese concept of three hearts
One to show the Public
One to show in Private
One shown only to One).
How a man puts it all on the line when
he gives
his word.
Violate it and he is irreparably useless.
Stand by it and he can lose everything.
Everything but that which puts his value beyond
animal.
An ability to eschew all for Virtue.
'Tis a quality...
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What is this
What has been done to me
Why am I tied to testes
gonads
genitals
Gendered apart from half the human race
Made meat
carnate
finite
What is the use of this
No longer star stuff
solar wind
cosmic dust
Solo stanzad from the
Uni Verse
Galaxies-
gone
Dimensions-
disappeared
Timelessness-
tied to
tick tock
I have been made
Mortal
I have been made
Mad
Why am I tied to testes
gonads
genitals
Gendered apart from half the human race
Made meat
carnate
finite
What is the use of this
No longer star stuff
solar wind
cosmic dust
Solo stanzad from the
Uni Verse
Galaxies-
gone
Dimensions-
disappeared
Timelessness-
tied to
tick tock
I have been made
Mortal
I have been made
Mad
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Mourning
Where once was wood
now
only weed
Lust no longer looms large
Only a little longing
lingers
No matter
In the kitchen
after a Berryman river bath
Warming by the stove
(Plath head bread baking inside)
Into a breakfast juice glass
I scatter a shot of fresh Papa pulp
(this helps keep the sinus clear)
Later, a Mexican Gulf boat outing is in order
The twin Crane screws need some
churning
Ah, yes-
the start of a perfect day,
poetically speaking
now
only weed
Lust no longer looms large
Only a little longing
lingers
No matter
In the kitchen
after a Berryman river bath
Warming by the stove
(Plath head bread baking inside)
Into a breakfast juice glass
I scatter a shot of fresh Papa pulp
(this helps keep the sinus clear)
Later, a Mexican Gulf boat outing is in order
The twin Crane screws need some
churning
Ah, yes-
the start of a perfect day,
poetically speaking
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Patriot Action
My grandfather died fighting the French. His father also.
My father was killed going against the American Advisors.
Now here I lay on my empty belly in a shallow shoulder to toe trench. The jungle floor carpet, leaves in various stage of decay, cover me. A ragged edge woven reed hat with dawn cut vines tucked on completes this hide.
The bugs have started biting. I ain't movin'. My bladder is full to bursting. Now it is draining. I am motionless.
The buzzing, calling, screaming animal voice that is constant begins to slow and break up.
They are...
My father was killed going against the American Advisors.
Now here I lay on my empty belly in a shallow shoulder to toe trench. The jungle floor carpet, leaves in various stage of decay, cover me. A ragged edge woven reed hat with dawn cut vines tucked on completes this hide.
The bugs have started biting. I ain't movin'. My bladder is full to bursting. Now it is draining. I am motionless.
The buzzing, calling, screaming animal voice that is constant begins to slow and break up.
They are...
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3 Comments
from one asshole to another
Gonna move from this eighty year old two room wood shack in Florida to a cement block (don't know if more than one room) corrugated tin roof chateau in the Philippine jungle.
(Yeah, I seen pics of it)
The stove is outside under an awning. You put sticks in a waist high concrete box, start the fire, and lay a grate over the flame.
Not exactly the point of this ditty.
No electricity. Want light at night? Kerosene lantern (if kerosene is affordable).
Running water? There is a stream on the property. No one has died from...
(Yeah, I seen pics of it)
The stove is outside under an awning. You put sticks in a waist high concrete box, start the fire, and lay a grate over the flame.
Not exactly the point of this ditty.
No electricity. Want light at night? Kerosene lantern (if kerosene is affordable).
Running water? There is a stream on the property. No one has died from...
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3 Comments
Bitten by the hand that fed you
Some folks are writing about their internal stress
Others pen amore
lost
needed
unrequited and so on
And there will always be the detail rich
vista descriptions
Urban
Suburban
Countryside
Nothing wrong with this
Standard time tested bard fodder
But I think encountering something new
Something that only sleeps in the box
Something that is not enveloped by it
I think that could be invigorating
A piece about how the hungry family
next door
was grateful for the shared dinner of
potato...
Others pen amore
lost
needed
unrequited and so on
And there will always be the detail rich
vista descriptions
Urban
Suburban
Countryside
Nothing wrong with this
Standard time tested bard fodder
But I think encountering something new
Something that only sleeps in the box
Something that is not enveloped by it
I think that could be invigorating
A piece about how the hungry family
next door
was grateful for the shared dinner of
potato...
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2 Comments
Please
Please don't tell me about your life
I don't wanna know
I can't decide on the things you reveal
Is this good?
Is that bad?
How can I answer you best?
And then you will go on
and on
and on
And I can't take it
If I need a messed up life to lament
well-
no outsourcing required
And if I need to know how good
life can be-
well you just stop talkin' and start walkin'
I will get the message
I don't wanna know
I can't decide on the things you reveal
Is this good?
Is that bad?
How can I answer you best?
And then you will go on
and on
and on
And I can't take it
If I need a messed up life to lament
well-
no outsourcing required
And if I need to know how good
life can be-
well you just stop talkin' and start walkin'
I will get the message
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