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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 behind the other
forgetting a thousand thousand days in the dojo
and in that moment he throws his arms out, forward
shoves me square in the chest
lifts me off me feet, my legs churning for grip
crash backward through a table, hit the wall hard, adrenaline pumping, feel nothing
strong as roots, cruel as earth
I gut-growl angry “motherfucker”, come back at him terrible
tearing the table outta my way
the rage and lust for life and guts and blood closing my mind, now instinct and hate
guard up, one more step and I’ll land my size 11 steel-cap in his nuts
and launch a wall of elbows, open the motherfucking piece of shit up
rip him cut him hurt him, fuck I want to hurt him
lay the big prick out, make him feel the weight of my hate-lined heart
then a net of arms around me, men climbing in, sane men, fearful men
the young bloke backing up away, shock in his eyes
a long slow 5 seconds, while I recover my shit
look around at my men, the foreman in front of me “easy boss, easy”
I stand
know myself a moment
feel the perfect burn
then slow, breathe slow, gather regather, remember what my job is;
I am the big dog, I am the big dog
breathe slow
and suck.
it.
up.
then smile
alive as life
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 behind the other
forgetting a thousand thousand days in the dojo
and in that moment he throws his arms out, forward
shoves me square in the chest
lifts me off me feet, my legs churning for grip
crash backward through a table, hit the wall hard, adrenaline pumping, feel nothing
strong as roots, cruel as earth
I gut-growl angry “motherfucker”, come back at him terrible
tearing the table outta my way
the rage and lust for life and guts and blood closing my mind, now instinct and hate
guard up, one more step and I’ll land my size 11 steel-cap in his nuts
and launch a wall of elbows, open the motherfucking piece of shit up
rip him cut him hurt him, fuck I want to hurt him
lay the big prick out, make him feel the weight of my hate-lined heart
then a net of arms around me, men climbing in, sane men, fearful men
the young bloke backing up away, shock in his eyes
a long slow 5 seconds, while I recover my shit
look around at my men, the foreman in front of me “easy boss, easy”
I stand
know myself a moment
feel the perfect burn
then slow, breathe slow, gather regather, remember what my job is;
I am the big dog, I am the big dog
breathe slow
and suck.
it.
up.
then smile
alive as life
Written by
hemihead
(hemi)
Published 13th Dec 2012
| Edited 14th Dec 2012
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re: Re: let 'em loose
13th Dec 2012 10:31pm
Re: let 'em loose
13th Dec 2012 10:27pm
Might this not be an Anger rather than a Love category poem? Not apparent what or who the fight is over.
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re: Re: let 'em loose
13th Dec 2012 10:34pm
Love, the love of life, the urge to feel the blood in your veins, to soar and tear and know you are alive....if that aint love, there isn't any....jesus....
Who or what is not the point, but, if the reader needs it, then maybe I underplayed the angle....a sketch, a moment, a moment of joy and living 'real'....apologies for not bringing you along for the ride...but thank you anyway...
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Who or what is not the point, but, if the reader needs it, then maybe I underplayed the angle....a sketch, a moment, a moment of joy and living 'real'....apologies for not bringing you along for the ride...but thank you anyway...
hh
Re: let 'em loose
13th Dec 2012 11:07pm
It is absolutely impossible not to bookmark every thing you write .. I love you hemi,..lol. your brutal honesty leaves me speechless and in awe.. thank you .
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re: Re: let 'em loose
13th Dec 2012 11:12pm
Ah D....just livin' it and tellin' it, until I'm gone baby gone :-)
Loving your love my dear, as always :-)
h.
Loving your love my dear, as always :-)
h.
Re: let 'em loose
13th Dec 2012 11:41pm
re: Re: let 'em loose
13th Dec 2012 11:49pm
Good luck to you mate....here's a raised glass to dissappointments you aint seen yet....but thank you, and roll on :-)
hh.
hh.
Re: let 'em loose
14th Dec 2012 1:45am
I guess this is proof i log in to read you over and over again..lol. and by the way your modesty is a turn on as well..
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re: Re: let 'em loose
14th Dec 2012 1:48am
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14th Dec 2012 2:39am
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14th Dec 2012 2:41am
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14th Dec 2012 4:28am
By christ...'tis the elusive DY come back from the dead! Welcome mate...where you been, who ya done? Good to see you around man :-)
(cheers for the love on this...a brief moment burning bright :-)
hh
(cheers for the love on this...a brief moment burning bright :-)
hh
re: re: Re: let 'em loose
14th Dec 2012 6:43am
Just working my self ragged, poor man trying to stay afloat in a rich neighborhood. It is good though there are opportunities at the moment.
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Re: let 'em loose
Anonymous
14th Dec 2012 6:11am
I don't think the last verse is needed. It's too literal and telling. Without it the poem would be pure adrenaline. This is a stunning piece of work, atmospheric and angry, transcending macho posturing to reveal something universal about rage. Men and women alike have this kind of fury in them. Critique is JMHO, thanks for the read.
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re: Re: let 'em loose
14th Dec 2012 6:46am
jack you beautiful bastard, that is a pretty interesting idea...been playing with that last verse all day, and didn't think to just chop it! Let me consult the bourbon gods and come back to it.
Yes, the idea was to just tell it, unlock my chest and tell the fire, the burn, the bright alive anger...i'll pine for that much juice one day...
Good man jack :-)
H.
Yes, the idea was to just tell it, unlock my chest and tell the fire, the burn, the bright alive anger...i'll pine for that much juice one day...
Good man jack :-)
H.
Re: let 'em loose
14th Dec 2012 4:26pm
A fascinating glimpse into the thoughts behind a "fight". The description of how the narrator restrained himself we can all relate to - how much easier it is to just let our savagery fly.
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re: Re: let 'em loose
15th Dec 2012 00:26am
oh fuck yeah...there is a cost in sucking up those emotions, a cost to swallowing them whole...but that's what we get paid for, to suck it up and concentrate on the task....fuckin' madness really, and leads to hesrt attacks and shit if done too much...
My dear, i enjoy your thoughts very much...keep comin', as long as i'm layin' well enough to bother...
hh.
My dear, i enjoy your thoughts very much...keep comin', as long as i'm layin' well enough to bother...
hh.
Re: let 'em loose
I don't know how the politics are in jobsites where you are, but have to assume there are similarites everywhere. Here in the States, in cities where unions still have pull, so many contracts come down to these type of bar room antics that you describe, and of course how you conduct yourself... Through calloused hands, you handle these scenes with elegance even (and why you are called boss)...very nice.
I read this last night and totally agree that the last bit is better lost
I read this last night and totally agree that the last bit is better lost
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re: Re: let 'em loose
15th Dec 2012 00:22am
yeah man...from what i've seen, it's the same everywhere...add money, time pressure, risk, and a whole bunch of blokes doing long hours and sooner or later something blows...first time for me in 10 years though, to be scufflin'...the bloke running the show needs to be calm at the helm, same as sailing...but then again, you gotta show balls too, when it comes to it...maybe (vanity, more likely)...
Seems we are agreed...need to chop my endings...trying to make a 'point' is a fucking insult to the reader....let's say no more about it :-)
good man lb.
H.
Seems we are agreed...need to chop my endings...trying to make a 'point' is a fucking insult to the reader....let's say no more about it :-)
good man lb.
H.
re: Re: let 'em loose
15th Dec 2012 6:56am
mate...i'm standing on the balcony of a luxury resort in the blue mountains while 200 people stand around inside, at the main bar, comparing cocks and wallets and women...and i'm pining for my shed and a yarn with the dodgy artist who lives in a shack next to my place...your story of feeling out of place fits well tonight...
Re: let 'em loose
19th Dec 2012 9:17pm
Quite enjoyed your piece, felt the stirring of heat rising to full color visual stimulation... doesn't matter where it is, just matters how good the writing is. Yours is.
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re: Re: let 'em loose
19th Dec 2012 9:42pm
Re: let 'em loose
30th Dec 2012 4:01am
"I gut-growl angry “motherfucker”, come back at him terrible
tearing the table outta my way
the rage and lust for life and guts and blood closing my mind, now instinct and hate"
Holy hellyeah. That is fucking gorgeous. Right there. Those lines make the eyes widen, blood boil and I felt myself leaning closer to the screen, because it was coming.
"fuck I want to hurt him "
Beauty in the honesty. Kickass.
"I am the big dog, I am the big dog
breathe slow
and suck.
it.
up."
And it's not close to as fulfilling as beating the fuck out of someone. But it'll do.
Badass piece, man. Seriously. I love that near-feral reaction, that hungry lust for contact in the barroom on your terms, and the reckoning that your terms have to evolve. Bad. Ass.
(Have to pick at the misses: miss-time it, miss-read it, miss-play — misAlso, as a prefix you don't need the hyphen - I looked each up just to make sure I wasn't talking out my ass - which happens frequently: mistime, misread, misplay)
Again, a rousing, badass read.
B
tearing the table outta my way
the rage and lust for life and guts and blood closing my mind, now instinct and hate"
Holy hellyeah. That is fucking gorgeous. Right there. Those lines make the eyes widen, blood boil and I felt myself leaning closer to the screen, because it was coming.
"fuck I want to hurt him "
Beauty in the honesty. Kickass.
"I am the big dog, I am the big dog
breathe slow
and suck.
it.
up."
And it's not close to as fulfilling as beating the fuck out of someone. But it'll do.
Badass piece, man. Seriously. I love that near-feral reaction, that hungry lust for contact in the barroom on your terms, and the reckoning that your terms have to evolve. Bad. Ass.
(Have to pick at the misses: miss-time it, miss-read it, miss-play — misAlso, as a prefix you don't need the hyphen - I looked each up just to make sure I wasn't talking out my ass - which happens frequently: mistime, misread, misplay)
Again, a rousing, badass read.
B
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re: Re: let 'em loose
1st Jan 2013 7:06pm
Rock on b...love your fired-up joy for words.
(the 'miss' thing is purely lyrical...an effort to make the notes hang...probably absolute shit :-)
Cheers b.
H.
(the 'miss' thing is purely lyrical...an effort to make the notes hang...probably absolute shit :-)
Cheers b.
H.
Re. let 'em loose
7th May 2016 2:24am
I'm catching this in re-runs, but damn I still gotta shout out. Well fucking played! As a scrappy bit o' nothing that has trouble backing down from a fight, I felt this one in my bones. Yup, well fucking played!
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