Submissions by hemihead (hemi)
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Dec 2012 9:59pm
13th Dec 2012 9:59pm
let 'em loose
he’s bigger than me, younger than me , angrier than me
standing maybe six feet away, square on, red-faced
daring me, callin’ me, giving me “I don’t give a rat’s arse who you are”
so yeah-fuck-it I step forward, ‘cos I’m a man
and this young cunt thinks he’s holding the cards
step toward him thinking we’re a couple of insults away from fists
miss-time it, miss-read it, miss-play it as I’m coming in;
don’t keep my balance low, don’t keep my feet wide, with one...
standing maybe six feet away, square on, red-faced
daring me, callin’ me, giving me “I don’t give a rat’s arse who you are”
so yeah-fuck-it I step forward, ‘cos I’m a man
and this young cunt thinks he’s holding the cards
step toward him thinking we’re a couple of insults away from fists
miss-time it, miss-read it, miss-play it as I’m coming in;
don’t keep my balance low, don’t keep my feet wide, with one...
1002 reads
28 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Dec 2012 8:21pm
10th Dec 2012 8:21pm
the ballad of beautiful scars
Small-town back-road fanging in the fast car, looking for some kind of something new. Pulled into the curb to get coffee on a Saturday morning, sun-shining and feeling good. A woman was standing outside the coffee shop; mid-thirties, brunette, fit looking but not skinny, good solid stance, like those busty German girls who carry arms full of beer steins, her dressed like a ‘50s rock-and-roll chick, red skirt, black top, and for no reason at all I walked up next to her, said “you know you would look good, in those colours, sitting in my car”. It wasn’t a question.
...
...
1378 reads
28 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Nov 2012 8:20am
30th Nov 2012 8:20am
last words
just then, and I mean just then, I took a drug
and now, dear reader
I am utterly quiet, inside
and it's here
the beauty
starts...
and now, dear reader
I am utterly quiet, inside
and it's here
the beauty
starts...
976 reads
24 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Nov 2012 10:17pm
27th Nov 2012 10:17pm
redneck dreaming
went west a few nights ago
took the good car
the fast car
some decent bourbon
and a few choice recordings
for the road
in this country
west is less a direction
and more a descent
into the blood-colored dry heart of some ancient creature
waiting patiently
dispassionately
while the latest fad
Us
burns itself out
went far enough west that the coppers don’t go there
to catch one car a day and anyway ...
took the good car
the fast car
some decent bourbon
and a few choice recordings
for the road
in this country
west is less a direction
and more a descent
into the blood-colored dry heart of some ancient creature
waiting patiently
dispassionately
while the latest fad
Us
burns itself out
went far enough west that the coppers don’t go there
to catch one car a day and anyway ...
879 reads
23 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Nov 2012 11:17am
27th Nov 2012 11:17am
silver
yes
i was the broken wheel
the beaten dog
that thing you lost last year
that you do not remember owning
i was the space between dreams
the gap between clouds
the discontinued line
not front-of-house
nor the face of the company
but i was free
and that means
regardless of truth
that i sang
as clear as the birds
at dawn
after this
go ask the hooker
what we talked about
last saturday
she
temporary companion
in a life of long nights
was paid for
like everything else...
i was the broken wheel
the beaten dog
that thing you lost last year
that you do not remember owning
i was the space between dreams
the gap between clouds
the discontinued line
not front-of-house
nor the face of the company
but i was free
and that means
regardless of truth
that i sang
as clear as the birds
at dawn
after this
go ask the hooker
what we talked about
last saturday
she
temporary companion
in a life of long nights
was paid for
like everything else...
858 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Nov 2012 9:08pm
21st Nov 2012 9:08pm
the blameless one
It’s true that legends
heroes
comic-book characters
walk among us
un-noticed
me and my mate Arnie
son of a Norwegian fisherman
big raw twitchy motherfucker
angular and fatless
pigeon chested
with a fast-moving fast-thinking look in his eyes
that would mark him as a coke fiend
on any cop show you've seen
with his powerful-strong limbs
like some orange ape;
lanky-loose and capable of removing things
from things
so one weekend ...
heroes
comic-book characters
walk among us
un-noticed
me and my mate Arnie
son of a Norwegian fisherman
big raw twitchy motherfucker
angular and fatless
pigeon chested
with a fast-moving fast-thinking look in his eyes
that would mark him as a coke fiend
on any cop show you've seen
with his powerful-strong limbs
like some orange ape;
lanky-loose and capable of removing things
from things
so one weekend ...
981 reads
20 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Nov 2012 9:42pm
14th Nov 2012 9:42pm
Practising his run
my old man killed himself when I was ten
nothing unusual in that
stabbed my mothers lover
through his heart, first
then bashed her until
he thought she was dead
then ran
went bush, we call it
into the mountain forests
in back of where we lived
the cops went after him
afraid
because he was crazy
and armed
with a weapon
that makes no noise;
his cross-bow
powerful enough to bring down
a wild boar
at a run
again, as these things go ...
nothing unusual in that
stabbed my mothers lover
through his heart, first
then bashed her until
he thought she was dead
then ran
went bush, we call it
into the mountain forests
in back of where we lived
the cops went after him
afraid
because he was crazy
and armed
with a weapon
that makes no noise;
his cross-bow
powerful enough to bring down
a wild boar
at a run
again, as these things go ...
1149 reads
36 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Nov 2012 9:55pm
13th Nov 2012 9:55pm
lullaby blue
I’m 42
and childless
always said
to anyone who asked
that I figured the world is full
that answer
is as true
as any other
the reason
not said aloud
is crueller;
never saw me
as a man
who had enough love
to give ‘em
or thought I had any
of whatever kids need
to teach ‘em
how love’s done
so now I go home
to a whole lot of silence
to imagine memories
that never got made
and then
love came
anyway
yes
it came for my children ...
and childless
always said
to anyone who asked
that I figured the world is full
that answer
is as true
as any other
the reason
not said aloud
is crueller;
never saw me
as a man
who had enough love
to give ‘em
or thought I had any
of whatever kids need
to teach ‘em
how love’s done
so now I go home
to a whole lot of silence
to imagine memories
that never got made
and then
love came
anyway
yes
it came for my children ...
1156 reads
43 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Nov 2012 3:33am
8th Nov 2012 3:33am
silent treatment
last night went walking
through the bush behind the house
bare-foot
for a sit-down on the beach
to do the kind of thinking
that needs a drink
left the rest of the bottle
on the kitchen table
‘cos bottles and me
both get empty
when we’re alone together
too long
I’m getting to the end of the job here
won’t be living ‘round this town much longer
so I’m grabbing chances
to make memories
out of sunsets
leaving a town
does things ...
through the bush behind the house
bare-foot
for a sit-down on the beach
to do the kind of thinking
that needs a drink
left the rest of the bottle
on the kitchen table
‘cos bottles and me
both get empty
when we’re alone together
too long
I’m getting to the end of the job here
won’t be living ‘round this town much longer
so I’m grabbing chances
to make memories
out of sunsets
leaving a town
does things ...
1295 reads
17 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Nov 2012 00:06am
5th Nov 2012 00:06am
kingdom come
the snakes would have felt its rumbling through the ground;
an enemy approaching
as big as god
and as loveless
in construction
when we say we are going to do a thing
and there is still cash left to do it
well
we get it done
so
we said we’d drop the tank on the top of the low hill
and come one sunny morning
we sent a 30 ton digger
with a rock breaker on
to do it
if this was a Shakespearian thing
then the snake-king’s witches
would have dreamed our coming
boom boom...
an enemy approaching
as big as god
and as loveless
in construction
when we say we are going to do a thing
and there is still cash left to do it
well
we get it done
so
we said we’d drop the tank on the top of the low hill
and come one sunny morning
we sent a 30 ton digger
with a rock breaker on
to do it
if this was a Shakespearian thing
then the snake-king’s witches
would have dreamed our coming
boom boom...
877 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Oct 2012 11:55pm
30th Oct 2012 11:55pm
where the f**k are the women
I’m tired of all these bland what-do-you-do-for-a-living bitches
with their pussies wired to their ideas of what my wallet might hold
where the fuck are the poets
where the fuck are the gypsy mistresses
the earth women
the sailing chicks
the petrol-head bitches
the drinkers
the drunks
the tattooed freaks and fighters?
where are the women to tear holes in
to tear holes with?
where are the ones who stop pubs
and cast spells
and raise hell?
the ones who grow and learn and teach and frighten?...
with their pussies wired to their ideas of what my wallet might hold
where the fuck are the poets
where the fuck are the gypsy mistresses
the earth women
the sailing chicks
the petrol-head bitches
the drinkers
the drunks
the tattooed freaks and fighters?
where are the women to tear holes in
to tear holes with?
where are the ones who stop pubs
and cast spells
and raise hell?
the ones who grow and learn and teach and frighten?...
1644 reads
46 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Oct 2012 9:30pm
18th Oct 2012 9:30pm
human shit
fat-boy has been out of university 6 weeks
fresh from his masters degree
and proud of it
like it means something
got himself a job
as a minor manager
at the local waste depot
working out what to do
with the endless stream
of unmentionables
we burn through
while we make our lives
pretty
meanwhile
in another part of town
part of my own daily grind
was to get rid of an old pond
full of human shit
so I went knocking on his door
he...
fresh from his masters degree
and proud of it
like it means something
got himself a job
as a minor manager
at the local waste depot
working out what to do
with the endless stream
of unmentionables
we burn through
while we make our lives
pretty
meanwhile
in another part of town
part of my own daily grind
was to get rid of an old pond
full of human shit
so I went knocking on his door
he...
1484 reads
26 Comments
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