Submissions by hemihead (hemi)
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Feb 2015 00:48am
8th Feb 2015 00:48am
no excuses, no regrets.
It wasn’t until I was smashing his fingers free from the handrail that I began to think it was going to work. I had smashed them three times, and he was staring up at me from where he was hanging, his feet, his whole lower body dragging in the water, the wake of the boat pulling at him. He begged then, did the whole bit; “no, please no”, made me feel ashamed of him with that, made me think less of him as a man. There was one last moment when he was about to go, so I told him why, and I think he understood all of it, stopped begging. I re-gripped the heavy piece of steel in my hand, raised it...
1040 reads
19 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jan 2015 2:17pm
4th Jan 2015 2:17pm
last layer leaving
Everything she told me, every game we played, always ended with “I won’t stay” and I might lie and say I was ok with it, but her youth, her shining youth, and her open mind, sometimes so far open it skipped genius and became a beautiful stupidity, were lights in the sky of my own mind, and our fucking was honest for it, so I chose not to hear.
And then she left, like she said she would, and I stood still and took it. Forced me to find philosophy in what remained, or old songs like rejection would have had me back at the bottle, so it was philosophy I found, an acceptance of her...
And then she left, like she said she would, and I stood still and took it. Forced me to find philosophy in what remained, or old songs like rejection would have had me back at the bottle, so it was philosophy I found, an acceptance of her...
1799 reads
23 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Nov 2014 1:41am
14th Nov 2014 1:41am
guess this is a no
she rang me yesterday
said she’ll be in town
asked if she could come by
maybe stay a couple of nights
and I said yes
but she wouldn’t hear it
said “wait a day or two, think about it, then call me”
she wanted to know if I’d be nice to her
I’m not always nice to her
said I understood
thought about it
thought about the fucking
thought about the bright colours she brings to my house
thought about always knowing that she’s leaving
just like me
probably part of why I like her
and most of why...
said she’ll be in town
asked if she could come by
maybe stay a couple of nights
and I said yes
but she wouldn’t hear it
said “wait a day or two, think about it, then call me”
she wanted to know if I’d be nice to her
I’m not always nice to her
said I understood
thought about it
thought about the fucking
thought about the bright colours she brings to my house
thought about always knowing that she’s leaving
just like me
probably part of why I like her
and most of why...
1142 reads
22 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Oct 2014 9:43pm
26th Oct 2014 9:43pm
empty hands living
anchored off a perfect snapshot beach
boats around me worth more than my entire life at the grind
most covered in women young enough
and naked enough
to be illegal
while I took my engine exhaust apart for the third time
elbows deep in burnt-diesel sludge
eyes burning on the fumes
stomach sick from the rocking and rolling
I didn't belong there
no question
but it was the closest beach to run to
when the heat alarm sang that warning song
so fuck 'em
all day I kept working
swore
chasing deeper in to the...
boats around me worth more than my entire life at the grind
most covered in women young enough
and naked enough
to be illegal
while I took my engine exhaust apart for the third time
elbows deep in burnt-diesel sludge
eyes burning on the fumes
stomach sick from the rocking and rolling
I didn't belong there
no question
but it was the closest beach to run to
when the heat alarm sang that warning song
so fuck 'em
all day I kept working
swore
chasing deeper in to the...
1164 reads
26 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Sep 2014 4:37pm
26th Sep 2014 4:37pm
fight the big guy
truth is I'm too old for drinking here, to old for giving a fuck about the liquor and the young pussy making their plays. I'd rather put a boat to sea. I'd rather put a good boat to a dodgy weather forecast, but the young bloke, my crew, needs to drink, so I sit on my sugar pisswater they call liquor and wait. I wait for the tide, and the open honest sea, while he drinks. I wait, wait for the night to end, for the walk back to the boat, and sometimes, in a small way, I think of her, who tried to make me choose between young quim and a good boat. She should have known. I guess I musn't have...
1096 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Sep 2014 1:21pm
15th Sep 2014 1:21pm
listen
the darkened harbour, glass smooth, reflects long fingers of light
you smoke
in the distance the southern ocean roars
it frightens you
you smile
flick your butt
go below and climb in to your bunk
your boat says only "let's go"
you sleep
the boat is right
let the morning come
you smoke
in the distance the southern ocean roars
it frightens you
you smile
flick your butt
go below and climb in to your bunk
your boat says only "let's go"
you sleep
the boat is right
let the morning come
1295 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Aug 2014 00:26am
21st Aug 2014 00:26am
the pocket secret blues
early morning on site
talking work with the crew
none of us with coffee enough to be human
yet
while a line of still-cold diesel engines begin clattering to life
cold all the way to their metal-heart sumps
already heaving away any sense of the quiet life
for another twelve hours
I stand
wearing my boss-heavy jacket
that still smells like all the big-job cigarettes
and I wish I could have just one cold-morning smoke
then I shake that thought away
because one means fifty
and fifty means hospital doors
and...
talking work with the crew
none of us with coffee enough to be human
yet
while a line of still-cold diesel engines begin clattering to life
cold all the way to their metal-heart sumps
already heaving away any sense of the quiet life
for another twelve hours
I stand
wearing my boss-heavy jacket
that still smells like all the big-job cigarettes
and I wish I could have just one cold-morning smoke
then I shake that thought away
because one means fifty
and fifty means hospital doors
and...
1168 reads
22 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Aug 2014 1:40am
14th Aug 2014 1:40am
three ways a motherf**ker
there are three ways to go when the blokes fuck up at work
usually by spending money that we won’t get back
and in this game
a team of dozers and dumptrucks
can piss thousands by the hour
first way is gutless;
just say nothing
or maybe sneer some caustic comments
and be an arsehole for a few days
make lives hard without saying it straight
weak
next way
old school
feels good and will kill you
is to just lose your shit
throw things
fire someone...
usually by spending money that we won’t get back
and in this game
a team of dozers and dumptrucks
can piss thousands by the hour
first way is gutless;
just say nothing
or maybe sneer some caustic comments
and be an arsehole for a few days
make lives hard without saying it straight
weak
next way
old school
feels good and will kill you
is to just lose your shit
throw things
fire someone...
979 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Aug 2014 2:14am
4th Aug 2014 2:14am
the buyer be-ware blues
I knew he was sick before he told me
could see the sweat pouring off him
just getting his boat ready
figured there was a link between the two;
him sweating like that
and his boat being for sale
spent the day on her
crawling under and in
with torch and tools
checking the things I want to know
before cash-in-hand
becomes cash-I-had
and everywhere I looked told me ...
could see the sweat pouring off him
just getting his boat ready
figured there was a link between the two;
him sweating like that
and his boat being for sale
spent the day on her
crawling under and in
with torch and tools
checking the things I want to know
before cash-in-hand
becomes cash-I-had
and everywhere I looked told me ...
1028 reads
17 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jul 2014 1:17am
8th Jul 2014 1:17am
no good fallin'
no good loving a woman
until you know she has poetry in her
so took her last night
after dark
to the sea wall pushed out from the cliffs
no wind blowing
no waves hurling
cold enough to hold tight
and no moon to swear by
had two cans of king-hitting bourbon each
sitting in my truck with the heater on
talking low
her with her feet up on the dash
knees apart
making me think all the usual dirty ditties ...
until you know she has poetry in her
so took her last night
after dark
to the sea wall pushed out from the cliffs
no wind blowing
no waves hurling
cold enough to hold tight
and no moon to swear by
had two cans of king-hitting bourbon each
sitting in my truck with the heater on
talking low
her with her feet up on the dash
knees apart
making me think all the usual dirty ditties ...
1008 reads
27 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jun 2014 4:32am
24th Jun 2014 4:32am
take it or leave it
there are two things I never take
when I finish building a job
and move away to the next;
any packing-box not opened from the last move
and any woman I’ve met
the same idea for both
something something travelling light
something something baggage
this time around got it wrong
will ditch the woman sure
and already chucked the boxes of whatever-the-fuck
but now there is a dog
got him by accident
him left behind at the place I’ve been living
by someone who decided
that a dog’s love ...
when I finish building a job
and move away to the next;
any packing-box not opened from the last move
and any woman I’ve met
the same idea for both
something something travelling light
something something baggage
this time around got it wrong
will ditch the woman sure
and already chucked the boxes of whatever-the-fuck
but now there is a dog
got him by accident
him left behind at the place I’ve been living
by someone who decided
that a dog’s love ...
1047 reads
26 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jun 2014 1:07am
13th Jun 2014 1:07am
lucky-f**k lovin'
nothing can make a man worry about his dick
more than fucking a woman
half his age
and that’s what's got me looking up tantric shit
figuring ways to hold up my end of the bargain
while she gets to grips
with the fires that burn her
every morning
and every night
truth is I’m a three shots a week man
once the thrill of the new has died low
need time to restoke the urges
would rather take a good boat sailing
than fuck
if one or the other
has to be done
every day...
more than fucking a woman
half his age
and that’s what's got me looking up tantric shit
figuring ways to hold up my end of the bargain
while she gets to grips
with the fires that burn her
every morning
and every night
truth is I’m a three shots a week man
once the thrill of the new has died low
need time to restoke the urges
would rather take a good boat sailing
than fuck
if one or the other
has to be done
every day...
1110 reads
15 Comments
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