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word-dust dreaming
few nights back left work
and turned left
away from the home road
went inland
not even by choice
stopped for hard liquor and heavy smokes
kept driving
me and the work truck
both red with work-dust
inside and outside
drove until it felt far enough
sun gone down and dead
pulled up on a low rolling hill
somewhere empty
kicked the door open
lay the seat back
radio on
tuned into the big footy game
drank smoked drank
let the stars rain starlight
watched the ‘roos come out to drink it
and once or twice an hour a vehicle would hammer past
let ‘em come
let ‘em go;
metaphor for something
metaphor for nothing
more liquor more smokes
words start to whisper
keep drinking
cast the spell
get to where the poetry is
take a piss in the dry grass
look back at the truck
shining out into nowhere
burp fart drink again
now fattening with words
poetry dripping from my fingers
beauty in the darkness
darkness in the darkness
the footy game becomes a stupid thing
a stadium somewhere full of people looking inward
their backs turned to the sky
is why they are brave enough to yell
so change the radio station
to Blues long and low
and then the words are everywhere
tripping over them
flicking my butts out in to them
and the silence hears them too
adds her own
get the need to fill the world
mumble-grunt a few ‘fucks you’s’
to remember how
grin ‘em into the ground
not talking to anyone outside me
fire the truck up to check the battery
do a burn-out ‘cos fuck you again
engine off lay back in the seat
kill the radio dead
words falling off my skin
clearing away the dust
cleaning away everything
lay back and listen to the big empty land
be a dot in it
be nothing in it
let her night songs sing
the stars dripping words too
while meteors streak to nowhere
come and gone
been and went
and leave the wishes be
vanity to put my needs on anything so beautiful
drift drift drift
the truck engine going cold
night chill coming
jacket on
crack another can
fade out to the silence
feet up on the open door
words laying a foot deep around me
left them be
gave them room
loved them
and left them dying
in the dirt
Written by
hemihead
(hemi)
Published 27th Sep 2013
| Edited 28th Sep 2013
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Re: word-dust dreaming
28th Sep 2013 00:16am
re: Re: word-dust dreaming
28th Sep 2013 00:21am
Mate....I come here cos I got nowhere else to go...and for my delicious readers, yourself included :-)
Re: word-dust dreaming
28th Sep 2013 1:02am
I’m a fan of hemi-heads, big V8’s in little sleds... guess I’ll have to tune you in to find out where you did begin....
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re: Re: word-dust dreaming
Mate...bit of a fan myself...currently running a small-block hemi in an Australian version of a 1970 Dodge Dart...pulls like a schoolboy :-)
Good man :-)
hh
Mopar or no car, motherfuckers :-)
Good man :-)
hh
Mopar or no car, motherfuckers :-)
re: re: Re: word-dust dreaming
28th Sep 2013 2:17am
Sort of thought you might have a little something tucked away in the old garage......
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Re: word-dust dreaming
28th Sep 2013 1:19am
Mate, If I could describe what this made me feel I'd be a much fucking better poet than I am. Until that day a reading list add and this'll have to do.
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re: Re: word-dust dreaming
28th Sep 2013 1:27am
Good man...leaving the reader feeling short of ways of expressing themselves is a win in my book :-)
Cheers for the word love man :-)
hh
Cheers for the word love man :-)
hh
Re: word-dust dreaming
Oh my fkn god. I had this exact feeling the other night, writing about not writing about sitting with the dark and the stars, how words come in rich and I fully intended to leave them, but had to write them somehow. Complete with a passing car headlights meaning metaphors and nothing at the same time! I got a very rough journal entry out of if, you got art. Well brought, hem. [:
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re: Re: word-dust dreaming
Jesus woman...don't say the a-word, or you'll ruin my redneck cred :-)
If you remember, there is another one of these, redneck dreaming it's name. The two are built to fit together....one is total movement, the other totally still....both are joy :-)
You know I love you baby :-)
H.
If you remember, there is another one of these, redneck dreaming it's name. The two are built to fit together....one is total movement, the other totally still....both are joy :-)
You know I love you baby :-)
H.
re: Re: word-dust dreaming
28th Sep 2013 9:31am
mate...that was a beautiful thing. This poem made some powerful juju...thank you man, really.
Hh.
Hh.
Re: word-dust dreaming
28th Sep 2013 9:58am
This 'how-to' find the words... dreamlike, exactly. Empty the head, still the heart and listen, except you poem says it simply, step by ciggie/drink step.
lay back and listen to the big empty land
be a dot in it
be nothing in it
let her night songs sing
the stars dripping words too
while meteors streak to nowhere
*sigh*
lay back and listen to the big empty land
be a dot in it
be nothing in it
let her night songs sing
the stars dripping words too
while meteors streak to nowhere
*sigh*
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re: Re: word-dust dreaming
28th Sep 2013 11:40pm
A my dear...a sigh is good enough...leave 'em dyin' in the aisles :-)
Cheers.
HH.
Cheers.
HH.
Re: word-dust dreaming
28th Sep 2013 6:56pm
fuck it, i'll give ya a few words
even if they are the ass kissing kind
this is a total fucking ringer, and I think you know it...deserved man, cheers!
even if they are the ass kissing kind
this is a total fucking ringer, and I think you know it...deserved man, cheers!
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re: Re: word-dust dreaming
28th Sep 2013 11:42pm
No ass-kissing required or received my bearded friend....but I'll take the joy of words :-)
Good on you man.
Hh.
Good on you man.
Hh.
Re: word-dust dreaming
28th Sep 2013 9:24pm
Christ, I've been away for ages. Haven't read anything for longer. I've missed this. As he said, a real fucking belter.
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re: Re: word-dust dreaming
28th Sep 2013 11:44pm
Cheers pj...know why you've been away, and totally approve of the road you're on...more poetry on the mat or in a dojo than ever fell in the du...respect mate.
H.
H.
Re: word-dust dreaming
29th Sep 2013 3:38pm
a stadium somewhere full of people ... is why they are brave enough to yell
LOVE THIS! - it speaks so much to the mundane routine in our lives
LSP
LOVE THIS! - it speaks so much to the mundane routine in our lives
LSP
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re: Re: word-dust dreaming
30th Sep 2013 9:46pm
Re: word-dust dreaming
29th Sep 2013 3:39pm
Good to see another in a land big enough to get lost in the finding of it. Even if you do leave it laying there. Good piece, dude.
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re: Re: word-dust dreaming
1st Oct 2013 7:07am
Mate...cheers for the word love, and yes, this place does 'big' just fine :-)
H.
H.
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re: Re: word-dust dreaming
8th Oct 2013 4:00am
Write back at you my dear....always a fine gift, your words on my words :-)
h.
h.
Re: word-dust dreaming
8th Oct 2013 5:15am
Hemi I love the way the words come to you on a starlit night away from everything drinking listening to some blues.. this is as close to heaven as I can reach.. beautiful leaving the words in the dust so real sigh.. peace Crim
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re: Re: word-dust dreaming
13th Oct 2013 9:33am
Re: word-dust dreaming
11th Oct 2013 8:25pm
oh, man, I gotta be there, middle of nowhere screamin at the universe, honey voice on the radio rippin my soul out 'cause it ain't good for nothin anyway. I gotta be there, & I am there...
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re: Re: word-dust dreaming
13th Oct 2013 9:33am
Re: word-dust dreaming
I can't critique for the life of me. It's something I could speak about . not write. Everything gets a jumbled mess on paper . Anyways this was just same . I feel like I've heard it. I feel like you're giving us your back and I like the front. Still my fav writer though. It's better then half the stuff on this site. Just it's the same. Xoxo CZ
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re: Re: word-dust dreaming
13th Oct 2013 9:38am
Ah GG, good on you for saying so, if it aint working for you. The truth is, you have heard it before...this write is almost exactly the same as a poem I did a year or more ago called Redneck Dreaming...the thoughts and ideas and the way it plays are very similar, with the exception that the first poem was all about movement, about moving through the landscape, while in the piece the narrator is still in the land, and things move around him....sort of a yin/yang thing, and probably a pile of shit :-)
Apologies for letting you down my dear.
h.
Apologies for letting you down my dear.
h.
re: re: Re: word-dust dreaming
13th Oct 2013 3:49pm
Never let me down as I said its good! Really it is . But must be the connection with the other that had me thinking I've read it. But I do like it.
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Re: word-dust dreaming
13th Oct 2013 9:15pm
... always left adrift amongst the words never spoken... at times it is best to dream upon the stars and a bit of drink than it is to write the thoughts within down... excellent write Hemi... I can see myself there, oh how i long to be there...
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re: Re: word-dust dreaming
13th Oct 2013 11:15pm
Jesus....if I let everyone who's said they want to come, come, I'd have no peace at all...bring liquor, and maybe we'll be OK :-)
Cheers for feeling the fire for words on a page :-)
hh
Cheers for feeling the fire for words on a page :-)
hh
Re: word-dust dreaming
30th Oct 2013 7:15am
now fattening with words
poetry dripping from my fingers
beauty in the darkness .. DeathProof i have said it numerous times but i will say it again. You are now you were the first day i read you and you will be for the rest of my reading days .. my favorite writer on earth. fuck Poe he can suck me. and emily gave me the pussy so good but still couldn't touch your poetry. You are and always have been the main reason i wanted to be here . just so you know if it means anything .. there were a few different times i had read you felt soothed or lifted or well star struck. thank you for how you always treated me sir. much love.
poetry dripping from my fingers
beauty in the darkness .. DeathProof i have said it numerous times but i will say it again. You are now you were the first day i read you and you will be for the rest of my reading days .. my favorite writer on earth. fuck Poe he can suck me. and emily gave me the pussy so good but still couldn't touch your poetry. You are and always have been the main reason i wanted to be here . just so you know if it means anything .. there were a few different times i had read you felt soothed or lifted or well star struck. thank you for how you always treated me sir. much love.
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re: Re: word-dust dreaming
12th Mar 2014 5:21am
D my dear, your joy for words is always welcome...even when you are leaving :-)
keep comin' and goin' baby...
h-dp-h
keep comin' and goin' baby...
h-dp-h