Submissions by hemihead (hemi)
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 4:12am
23rd Feb 2013 4:12am
last man home
Sitting in my truck in the dark, on the hills behind a one-horse no-jobs town, while the sky tears the heart out of the dam we’ve been building for 4 months now. Have burned through two bourbons and about fifty smokes with the engine idling to run the heater, stereo off and the truck rocking and bucking on the wild wind around me, headlights running into the emptiness over the bluff I’m parked on, trees behind me dancing and whipping like drunk voodoo queens, limbs sloughing of them with cracks as loud as bones, the road and everything else covered in their body parts. Remember the bloke who...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Feb 2013 9:10pm
18th Feb 2013 9:10pm
her turn
it’s been eighteen months
since I did my walk
into cold freedom
away from her arms
legs
eyes
and other things
that make her
woman
smashed her first
with three words
then the silence
I’m good at
spent eighteen months ploughing fresh pastures
back in the saddles of the new
and never did find a woman
who took it like she takes it
never found a woman I gave enough of a fuck about
to call
after the game had been played
and in the end
gave it up ...
since I did my walk
into cold freedom
away from her arms
legs
eyes
and other things
that make her
woman
smashed her first
with three words
then the silence
I’m good at
spent eighteen months ploughing fresh pastures
back in the saddles of the new
and never did find a woman
who took it like she takes it
never found a woman I gave enough of a fuck about
to call
after the game had been played
and in the end
gave it up ...
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 2:19am
12th Feb 2013 2:19am
Waiting-for-fish Fishing talk (An American in the South Pacific)
Muhamed Ali was something else man. I watched a video on him last night, amazing, amazing. He could do stuff normal people can't do ya know, break all the rules of boxing and still hit hard. Some people say Ali wasn't a hard hitter. That's B.S man. Last night they showed him hit some poor buck 6 or 7 times, bam bam bam bam. This guy he hit, maybe 260 pounds and built like a silver-back, he was out by the third punch, just too freakin' stoopid to fall down. Ali's daughter was on there talking about him. She was saying he was so fluid he was almost feminine. Ali was great man. Ya gotta love...
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STORY POEM
Published
11th Feb 2013 9:09pm
11th Feb 2013 9:09pm
Chink char
me and the Chinese bloke
who owns the coffee-shop
in the one-horse town I work near
get to talkin’
six o’clock before work
every morning
while I wait for his good stuff
he likes to talk about stretching
reckons westerners need to get looser
and I don’t say fuck all to that
probably because I’m too uptight
today
handing over the cup
he brushes his fingers against mine
smiles another kind of smile
and I laugh
take my coffee shaking my head
never occurred
to this big dumb...
who owns the coffee-shop
in the one-horse town I work near
get to talkin’
six o’clock before work
every morning
while I wait for his good stuff
he likes to talk about stretching
reckons westerners need to get looser
and I don’t say fuck all to that
probably because I’m too uptight
today
handing over the cup
he brushes his fingers against mine
smiles another kind of smile
and I laugh
take my coffee shaking my head
never occurred
to this big dumb...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2013 00:29am
22nd Jan 2013 00:29am
livin'
yes
I sat on my front step
in the sun
and drank myself to bravery
while watching plane
after plane
after plane
take off overhead
knowing three of them
could’ve got me home in time
to watch him die
after the last call came
“it’s time
come”
I missed the 10:15am flight
I missed the 11:30am flight
I missed the 1:00pm flight
did my drinking quiet
belted ‘em home
like nails
in the lid
of a you-know-what
and my mate sat beside me ...
I sat on my front step
in the sun
and drank myself to bravery
while watching plane
after plane
after plane
take off overhead
knowing three of them
could’ve got me home in time
to watch him die
after the last call came
“it’s time
come”
I missed the 10:15am flight
I missed the 11:30am flight
I missed the 1:00pm flight
did my drinking quiet
belted ‘em home
like nails
in the lid
of a you-know-what
and my mate sat beside me ...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Jan 2013 8:32pm
16th Jan 2013 8:32pm
come the drums
shoulda known the day was gonna burn everything down
from the way the sun leapt out of the ocean
like a boxer who’d slipped over in the spit and the blood
and was comin’ back on his feet
evil angry
shoulda known by the way the truck wanted to be thrashed
wanted to be hurled and hung on the edge of grip
twisting grinding toward work
shoulda known the world was a fuck-hole
by the way my goddamn loveless face
kept leaking onto my shirt
more tears for none-of-your-fucking-business ...
from the way the sun leapt out of the ocean
like a boxer who’d slipped over in the spit and the blood
and was comin’ back on his feet
evil angry
shoulda known by the way the truck wanted to be thrashed
wanted to be hurled and hung on the edge of grip
twisting grinding toward work
shoulda known the world was a fuck-hole
by the way my goddamn loveless face
kept leaking onto my shirt
more tears for none-of-your-fucking-business ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jan 2013 9:17pm
14th Jan 2013 9:17pm
geezer's lament
bikes women boats all the same thing
fall for the bling
the pretty songs they sing
go in thinking this one’ll be the one
that does everything I want it to do
figure this’ll be the last time
get real fired up
get real warmed up
talk it up
ride it roll it work it love it ‘till I fuck it
discover her flaws in small doses
she don’t handle quite right at the limit
she don’t always pull clean
got some nasty habits in the wet
slams a bit in the rough stuff ...
fall for the bling
the pretty songs they sing
go in thinking this one’ll be the one
that does everything I want it to do
figure this’ll be the last time
get real fired up
get real warmed up
talk it up
ride it roll it work it love it ‘till I fuck it
discover her flaws in small doses
she don’t handle quite right at the limit
she don’t always pull clean
got some nasty habits in the wet
slams a bit in the rough stuff ...
746 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2013 8:39am
13th Jan 2013 8:39am
home c**try
the tattoo on my left arm
names the country I was born in
just like a lot of blokes have ‘em
I always said
I’d never get a tattoo
I might regret
and figured the home-country a safe bet
but couldn’t know
that shit-pile of islands
would kill my nephew
and no that aint a rational thing to say
but it fucking did
‘cos that’s where he died
and now it holds him
in it’s dull ugly earth
I can’t get on a plane
to fly back there
without being too drunk too feel
and I fly there hating the landing gear ...
names the country I was born in
just like a lot of blokes have ‘em
I always said
I’d never get a tattoo
I might regret
and figured the home-country a safe bet
but couldn’t know
that shit-pile of islands
would kill my nephew
and no that aint a rational thing to say
but it fucking did
‘cos that’s where he died
and now it holds him
in it’s dull ugly earth
I can’t get on a plane
to fly back there
without being too drunk too feel
and I fly there hating the landing gear ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2013 7:41am
13th Jan 2013 7:41am
seven days of new land
I haven’t been staying on this farm long, just these seven short days, only long enough to know the names of the dogs and the people, not long enough to know what the good days are, not long enough to know what the bad days are either, but I can see that the land needs rain and that the groves of macadamia trees need phosphate or lime or just money, really, that being the thing that makes farms run, ‘cos even the good ones need money first to become good ones, yes even a place like this, caught between the mountain that the aboriginals say is a place for boys to be made into men, yes caught...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jan 2013 3:03am
9th Jan 2013 3:03am
the bachelor's ballad
I stayed with her
because she said she loved me
and because I believed her
then I left her for the same reason
when her unanswered 'I-love-you's
began to weigh heavy on us both
her wondering what was wrong with us
and me asking the same
only
of myself
she still has me close
I know it
though it’s fading
because women are practical people
and warm needs warm
so I don’t call her
and try not to visit
when I’m home
from working away
‘cos it...
because she said she loved me
and because I believed her
then I left her for the same reason
when her unanswered 'I-love-you's
began to weigh heavy on us both
her wondering what was wrong with us
and me asking the same
only
of myself
she still has me close
I know it
though it’s fading
because women are practical people
and warm needs warm
so I don’t call her
and try not to visit
when I’m home
from working away
‘cos it...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jan 2013 9:36pm
7th Jan 2013 9:36pm
don't play it again Sam
met a woman last night
ex-dancer
good lookin’ in a worn way
like I like ‘em
seems smart enough
good body
got a voice that calms
low
solid;
old-soul shit
with her own brand
of wise
she warmed up to me easy
could see she liked the way her farmload of dogs
all met me waggin’
and her cat come in for a rub of hello
“she never does that”
it means something to women
that their pets trust you
but I’ve never thought it meant nothin’;
plenty of...
ex-dancer
good lookin’ in a worn way
like I like ‘em
seems smart enough
good body
got a voice that calms
low
solid;
old-soul shit
with her own brand
of wise
she warmed up to me easy
could see she liked the way her farmload of dogs
all met me waggin’
and her cat come in for a rub of hello
“she never does that”
it means something to women
that their pets trust you
but I’ve never thought it meant nothin’;
plenty of...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jan 2013 10:32am
1st Jan 2013 10:32am
the hooker-bender blues
Because it was Christmas eve I dressed late, steadily, strapping my clothes on as if to battle, took a full bottle of hard liquor, some dope and coke and a fat roll of cash, then walked with the cadence of death's drums to Vivian street, to be cruel, again, to hookers.
I chose the first girl quick, took her to the brothel's good room, the fantasy room, a dimmed and plastic hell, her a Pacific-islander/Filipino mix with lips/hips/skin to bankrupt a man, then sent her back downstairs to get another girl; her choice.
She chose well; a tall and dark-skinned woman, athletic,...
I chose the first girl quick, took her to the brothel's good room, the fantasy room, a dimmed and plastic hell, her a Pacific-islander/Filipino mix with lips/hips/skin to bankrupt a man, then sent her back downstairs to get another girl; her choice.
She chose well; a tall and dark-skinned woman, athletic,...
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