Submissions by Nick (Nick Pierce)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Room at the Inn
They were crowding the doorway.
Mistake.
Headsize stone block construction.
Opening not quite two man wide.
One of them angles right side forward with a spear thrust as the other broad face struggles through beside him.
Doesn't have his sword out- needs to get beyond the archway first.
I center step towards them with a backhanded Ground to Sky cut.
(Just had this Scimitar sharpened- need to steer clear of brick and steel)
Slice through the pike man's left wrist, nick the wood pole shaft and gash the right inside forearm to the bone. ...
Mistake.
Headsize stone block construction.
Opening not quite two man wide.
One of them angles right side forward with a spear thrust as the other broad face struggles through beside him.
Doesn't have his sword out- needs to get beyond the archway first.
I center step towards them with a backhanded Ground to Sky cut.
(Just had this Scimitar sharpened- need to steer clear of brick and steel)
Slice through the pike man's left wrist, nick the wood pole shaft and gash the right inside forearm to the bone. ...
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Man, I tried
Man, I tried goin' back
to drinkn' and smokin'-
Pukin', paranoia
coughin', craziness
Wonderin' what happened
last night
Yeah,
all the good times were still there
At two years of relentless effort
I chose to face the fact
I'm not the same person I was when I stopped
way back when
The world
really ain't changed
Still war, greed, murder-
wacked out as it ever was
It's my way of dancin' with the dementia-
that's what has grown, evolved
Once a snake crawls out of the old skin ...
to drinkn' and smokin'-
Pukin', paranoia
coughin', craziness
Wonderin' what happened
last night
Yeah,
all the good times were still there
At two years of relentless effort
I chose to face the fact
I'm not the same person I was when I stopped
way back when
The world
really ain't changed
Still war, greed, murder-
wacked out as it ever was
It's my way of dancin' with the dementia-
that's what has grown, evolved
Once a snake crawls out of the old skin ...
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Will & Testament
How can one anger
when you know it is over
in a blink
Frustration, pain, stress
all gone in a blink
What wisdom is this
using now to endure
Sporting a smile
giving a laugh
All the while
ready for goodbye
While making today
a good one
when you know it is over
in a blink
Frustration, pain, stress
all gone in a blink
What wisdom is this
using now to endure
Sporting a smile
giving a laugh
All the while
ready for goodbye
While making today
a good one
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how primitive
how primitive
this working of the word
that a patch on the wound
of life
may be had
inevitably
the suppurating sore
sloughs the bandage away
exposing again
tender, defenseless humanity
to the driving, grating, blasting sand
that is physical existence
will there be no need
of metaphor
on the other side?
I lay a bit more mud and straw wattle
upon this rent, burst, breathing body
and wait to learn
a healing truth
this working of the word
that a patch on the wound
of life
may be had
inevitably
the suppurating sore
sloughs the bandage away
exposing again
tender, defenseless humanity
to the driving, grating, blasting sand
that is physical existence
will there be no need
of metaphor
on the other side?
I lay a bit more mud and straw wattle
upon this rent, burst, breathing body
and wait to learn
a healing truth
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