J**** liked to dance
Called it the only thing that made her epidermis worthy
So she went trouble hunting under bed sheets and skin sleeves
Pirouetted her way to shatter crack heart and left Never-land too early
She wore shame colored coats still wrapped in plastic over twisted rusty wire
Looked a lot like shoulders
plastic playground sparks, exploding scars
red line ripple and fever to impress
She told me she could be a dancer once
But she didn’t know if she could love herself
So I held her rigamortis steady and played walking stick to tired woodsman
We sleep like dominos now
begging budge and soon to fall
J**** whispers lullaby lie recited bible verse
our breathing melts muffled screams under reflected light
The moon is just graveyard heaven for every fire fly Aphrodite dreamer left to rot in half an extra long jar
I barely move my radiator arms anymore
Can’t gravitate toward mirror mirror show me everything I never want to father
under jersey sheets she knows I hate
Make me think trapped
Sin sipped chapped whisky lips kiss and burn like bodies
Smell like overdose hell on a rainy sunday when I cant call my father because he doesn’t know I do drugs
Her polar ice cap smile fading
Every moonbeam off her body turns icicle and falls sunflowers surrounding our bed as if to preserve what little of our souls are left
Guilt struck tombstone stuck next to me
Smiling strangers passing by
I know you remember what it felt like to serpentine my apple core spine before you began to take bites bigger than you could stomach
You told me you were jealous of my mother when Jacob was born
Didn’t understand how new organs couldn’t play child choir tune like rusty tubes
Filled your blouse with feathers and asked me if I could save you a spot
When I connected dots
Drew freckle constellations and named them after imaginary daughters
The first time you asked me what if felt like to burn red hot and fire inside I wanted to tell you about acid
I wanted to tell you when the universe explodes into the ivory curtain surrounding the shadows of everything you’ve done I wish I did not see
my hands are never steady
I wanted to tell you that sometimes I got out of bed to take showers
You make me feel dirty
When we held waxed impressions of hands I pretended we were holding souls
Knuckles locked like we forgot the password to our combination hearts
Suit yourself stitch in unison our bodies meshed together
My grandfather told me once I could only be so lucky to find a wife like his
You didn’t live up to your potential
I wanted to tell you I wait to fall asleep
always kept my arm over your shoulders and my legs locked with yours
You called me contact addict
I didn’t want to let you go
Your pelvis is a well
A mere receptacle for the overflow from the locks and dams of ribcages and breastplates
Every second you spent perpendicular to grown up boys was a minute missed parallel with a lover
I wanted to tell you its not just your legs that are restless.
I’ve spent more time stacking fire wood from your forest of excuses
Planting seeds for every time you tripped running over your own story
When we made love I pretended we were amateur surgeons trying to find a way to put two halves together
I guess souls don’t shatter in equal parts
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
28/8
this is a pretty good game wouldn’t you say
he tells me this question
i mean asks me this question
but i just stare him
i have no idea what he’s talking about
baseball
apparently we’re watching baseball
“we’ll by all means i don’t really know” i mutter
my mouth is dry as ice
wait baseball we’ve been watching baseball all night
someone earlier said something about baseball
i guess the sox are down 6
i know this because I'm a fair weather fan
well actually i know it because I'm the level below fair weather fan but im not sure that is called and i weaseled an answer out of this guy
the one earlier with the sox down six
are you maggie?
someone says this
That must be her name.
good to know, I am terrible with names
Usually i have to wait for situations such as this where someone else says a name and i take a mental note
the three 14 year old girls to my right are conversing
giggling like chickens awaiting the sure slaughter to commence shortly
They’re not really 14
Well they could be, I mean everybody looks older these days
he tells me this question
i mean asks me this question
but i just stare him
i have no idea what he’s talking about
baseball
apparently we’re watching baseball
“we’ll by all means i don’t really know” i mutter
my mouth is dry as ice
wait baseball we’ve been watching baseball all night
someone earlier said something about baseball
i guess the sox are down 6
i know this because I'm a fair weather fan
well actually i know it because I'm the level below fair weather fan but im not sure that is called and i weaseled an answer out of this guy
the one earlier with the sox down six
are you maggie?
someone says this
That must be her name.
good to know, I am terrible with names
Usually i have to wait for situations such as this where someone else says a name and i take a mental note
the three 14 year old girls to my right are conversing
giggling like chickens awaiting the sure slaughter to commence shortly
They’re not really 14
Well they could be, I mean everybody looks older these days
Thursday, August 27, 2009
28/7
Laying in bed stomach growling just a little bit
Bobby’s listening to the tenants above him fuck.
Quickly time traveling back to his dorm years he thinks this is what 4 years got him
Another shitty apartment and a horny retired couple
“At least there’s no shower sandals” pops into his mind lit up like neon
“Why would they even live here” follows with
“That man needs to calm down” coming in last
Bobby’s listening to the tenants above him fuck.
Quickly time traveling back to his dorm years he thinks this is what 4 years got him
Another shitty apartment and a horny retired couple
“At least there’s no shower sandals” pops into his mind lit up like neon
“Why would they even live here” follows with
“That man needs to calm down” coming in last
28/6
Hovering over the sink
Toes white from straining to get a better look she’s bug eyed in the mirror
The middle finger of her bony and poorly circulated right hand presses hard into her lower eyelid
“Squishy” she whispers to herself
No ones home but when she’s flying high she enjoys the silence
Feels energy like vapor trails in Wilbur Park
Doesn’t wanna ripple the atmosphere
Toes white from straining to get a better look she’s bug eyed in the mirror
The middle finger of her bony and poorly circulated right hand presses hard into her lower eyelid
“Squishy” she whispers to herself
No ones home but when she’s flying high she enjoys the silence
Feels energy like vapor trails in Wilbur Park
Doesn’t wanna ripple the atmosphere
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
28/5
he never realized how truly thin she was
whether the axons, neurons and other discombobulated brain matter need to procure such a thought had been burned up like so many 20 five dollar bills
he only smokes the good stuff.
trying to muster up something soliloquetic for the morning he knows he’s losing touch
and she reminds him every day
his arms play cosmonaut with just enough gravity to stay grounded around her
she’s cold
but not in the sense of temperature more like crooked glances
she judges him
whether the axons, neurons and other discombobulated brain matter need to procure such a thought had been burned up like so many 20 five dollar bills
he only smokes the good stuff.
trying to muster up something soliloquetic for the morning he knows he’s losing touch
and she reminds him every day
his arms play cosmonaut with just enough gravity to stay grounded around her
she’s cold
but not in the sense of temperature more like crooked glances
she judges him
Sunday, August 23, 2009
28/4
Standing beside two empty caskets and a swollen carcass he thinks to himself
3 foot isn’t deep
but its enough for the dogs
Tossing pickax over shoulder and driving it
into the dirt haphazardly he spits out
“If this fucking dirt were any harder I’d think you were trying to tempt me!”
He speaks to the almighty this way.
Doesn’t seem to mind that spades follow him closer than his shadow.
3 foot isn’t deep
but its enough for the dogs
Tossing pickax over shoulder and driving it
into the dirt haphazardly he spits out
“If this fucking dirt were any harder I’d think you were trying to tempt me!”
He speaks to the almighty this way.
Doesn’t seem to mind that spades follow him closer than his shadow.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
28/3
I dont know if they came that way, or where they came from for that matter, or if that was how they wanted to go
Who they belonged to or if someone smiled wider at night knowing they were no where near where they’d begun
But in 5 days I could tell you I had never seen any form of material covering this mans testicles except for his lover
Stacked muddy monday morning minus 40
this is michigan
Who they belonged to or if someone smiled wider at night knowing they were no where near where they’d begun
But in 5 days I could tell you I had never seen any form of material covering this mans testicles except for his lover
Stacked muddy monday morning minus 40
this is michigan
28/2
two sweaty bodies
slapping against each other like fish in a crowded river
and thus i was created.
slapping against each other like fish in a crowded river
and thus i was created.
28/1
It doesn’t ever resonate anything beautiful when the static between my verse and your breathing melt under light that we will actually never feel.
Nothing even poetic in knowing I only have ambition to move toward your warmth when the moon is at his highest.
In all these cases upon cases
The only thing crystal was black rain across asphalt
and you drove
right
on
by.
Nothing even poetic in knowing I only have ambition to move toward your warmth when the moon is at his highest.
In all these cases upon cases
The only thing crystal was black rain across asphalt
and you drove
right
on
by.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Congregation of the Shade
Shooting stars don’t fall like lightning eye strikes
Eyelash suture, I’ve become wolfish with no remorse
You strike me shade tree
-hyp
Eyelash suture, I’ve become wolfish with no remorse
You strike me shade tree
-hyp
Thursday, June 11, 2009
"Moonflower"
The first time I gave her flowers she said “Please,
If your gonna buy me something you could at least make it yours.”
So I brought her sunflowers
I told her I grew them by my bedside and tended to them like I would her
Bathed them in the mornings golden waves
And made sure they were safe when the darkness came
I became a crutch for them to lean on when their heads became too heavy
and when they needed affection I was peerless and proud
I kept up with their roots, made sure they were never alone
But I couldn’t keep them shut in so when I wasn’t looking I let them wander
I never questioned their lust for something different
Its different when you’ve worked for what has been constructed
Breaking stalks to broken stems to cracks in this foundation
I built more than a life around those clay walls and hid an ideal in the soil where they stood
The first time I gave her flowers she said “Please,
If your gonna buy me something you could at least make it yours.”
So I brought her sunflowers
I told her I grew them by my bedside and tended to them like I would her
Bathed them in the mornings golden waves
And made sure they were safe when the darkness came
I became a crutch for them to lean on when their heads became too heavy
and when they needed affection I was peerless and proud
I kept up with their roots, made sure they were never alone
But I couldn’t keep them shut in so when I wasn’t looking I let them wander
I never questioned their lust for something different
Its different when you’ve worked for what has been constructed
Breaking stalks to broken stems to cracks in this foundation
I built more than a life around those clay walls and hid an ideal in the soil where they stood
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Back to the future and I feel like driving
No I feel like drawing
Me
Driving
Smoke whirling around my head and soo cold
Like temperature
“Um... pilot to co-pilot
We have a problem here, we’ve lost the Twan to Ice-man and he is cool”
“No them ain’t airplanes Sir
Them eyelashes, upside down
They look like they are trying to weave themselves together
But I just so happen to be uncannily good at untying stitches”
Because if I don’t get to put me back together, no-one does.
No I feel like drawing
Me
Driving
Smoke whirling around my head and soo cold
Like temperature
“Um... pilot to co-pilot
We have a problem here, we’ve lost the Twan to Ice-man and he is cool”
“No them ain’t airplanes Sir
Them eyelashes, upside down
They look like they are trying to weave themselves together
But I just so happen to be uncannily good at untying stitches”
Because if I don’t get to put me back together, no-one does.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Fire Field
They say lighting never strikes the same place twice.
This is false.
Lighting never strikes the same moment twice,
And I am captivated.
Thunder sparkle on my flash crack brain
Boom me open.
Burn me only oak tree in a pasture style
Make me witness.
-hyp
This is false.
Lighting never strikes the same moment twice,
And I am captivated.
Thunder sparkle on my flash crack brain
Boom me open.
Burn me only oak tree in a pasture style
Make me witness.
-hyp
Sunday, May 10, 2009
"Ode to Eleanor and my enduring question"
"Ode to Eleanor and my enduring question"
I wanna fuck in the rain
on acid
I hear you see things,
things that I would like to see.
Maybe I'll see you.
-hyp
I wanna fuck in the rain
on acid
I hear you see things,
things that I would like to see.
Maybe I'll see you.
-hyp
Monday, May 4, 2009
naturalstrandswillfindthemselvestogether, become one.
Every night before I go to bed
I call my father and I tell him I’m thankful for his guidance
I love him, and I’ll call him in the morning on my way to class
He’s a busy man and he says
You don’t get much done when your mouth is doing all the work
The conversations are short
I usually lie about what I’m doing, tell him I’ve got things to do
And hang up quickly before he can feel my tremor through the static
Like braille his brains could read
But I don’t want him to feel me
He tells me he’s embarrassed his son
Can’t function without assistance
That my drive 300 miles to sanity every night
Is a waste of resources and thank god for health insurance
Because a real man could stand on his own
He tells me I should pray more
Asks me why I destroy my skin with ink
“Its a damn shame boy, to cover what god created”
And coloring over an already tainted picture only masks the memory
You can’t hide what has already been painted
I paid a stranger to tattoo clarity to my lower lip
so if i didn’t know what to say
I would at least know where to find some answers
And I don’t wanna put the lead back in the chamber
Because in my brain matter on the wall behind me
You can see everything I was ever thinking
It was a beautiful day outside
I hung a noose by the window
Watching my shadow tip toe up the wall
I was dangling just above low enough to touch
And I liked the pressure
To feel the bombs in my throat instead of in my head
I couldn’t cut out all the roaches
They were crawling beneath my skin
But I diced them until they were dead
Now my body is covered in these pictures
And I know what’s beneath the surface
There is a reason you stretch a canvas over frame
But I stretched me too thin
Call me a monster
Tell me It gets brighter
But when your blood is blue its because its suffocating too
and everyone is just here to help
Don’t help me
The longest nights are the one’s I’ve probably yet to see
But I’m not interested
I got spiders in my mind thinking they are thoughts
Tripping through molasses and ginger so even the brightest moments taste a little bitter
But I’m holding on
I never want want my father to be put into the situation of
which tie is more black
Could sunglasses hide his eyes
Or should it be closed casket
He doesn’t mean it when he says these things
I know it because he still tells me that he loves me
Cries when he sees razors
And begs me to come visit more
So I push back the homeless crows
Untie all the nooses
Open all the curtains
Like it was a beautiful day outside
And call my father
I call my father and I tell him I’m thankful for his guidance
I love him, and I’ll call him in the morning on my way to class
He’s a busy man and he says
You don’t get much done when your mouth is doing all the work
The conversations are short
I usually lie about what I’m doing, tell him I’ve got things to do
And hang up quickly before he can feel my tremor through the static
Like braille his brains could read
But I don’t want him to feel me
He tells me he’s embarrassed his son
Can’t function without assistance
That my drive 300 miles to sanity every night
Is a waste of resources and thank god for health insurance
Because a real man could stand on his own
He tells me I should pray more
Asks me why I destroy my skin with ink
“Its a damn shame boy, to cover what god created”
And coloring over an already tainted picture only masks the memory
You can’t hide what has already been painted
I paid a stranger to tattoo clarity to my lower lip
so if i didn’t know what to say
I would at least know where to find some answers
And I don’t wanna put the lead back in the chamber
Because in my brain matter on the wall behind me
You can see everything I was ever thinking
It was a beautiful day outside
I hung a noose by the window
Watching my shadow tip toe up the wall
I was dangling just above low enough to touch
And I liked the pressure
To feel the bombs in my throat instead of in my head
I couldn’t cut out all the roaches
They were crawling beneath my skin
But I diced them until they were dead
Now my body is covered in these pictures
And I know what’s beneath the surface
There is a reason you stretch a canvas over frame
But I stretched me too thin
Call me a monster
Tell me It gets brighter
But when your blood is blue its because its suffocating too
and everyone is just here to help
Don’t help me
The longest nights are the one’s I’ve probably yet to see
But I’m not interested
I got spiders in my mind thinking they are thoughts
Tripping through molasses and ginger so even the brightest moments taste a little bitter
But I’m holding on
I never want want my father to be put into the situation of
which tie is more black
Could sunglasses hide his eyes
Or should it be closed casket
He doesn’t mean it when he says these things
I know it because he still tells me that he loves me
Cries when he sees razors
And begs me to come visit more
So I push back the homeless crows
Untie all the nooses
Open all the curtains
Like it was a beautiful day outside
And call my father
Sunflowers and Scarves
Her tears fell like snowflakes in late may
All honesty had become heavy and was escaping through tear ducts
Beauty was lost before it hit my hands and everything magical about her ran through the cracks in my fingers
Willingly I let it splash the grass and hoped the ground was thirsty so it would disappear quickly
I couldn’t bare to hold her anymore
Hanging heads looked to weakened knees
“Your lips can quiver all they want but the truth never shakes free, Peter lied 3 times too”
But there is no rooster in the morning to red flag your betrayal
I don’t want your lips to crucify me
I want to remember them more holy
And less full of holes like your story
You’re only honest in your actions
So say cut so we can end this round of pictionary
Thread-bound to sanity I drew cartoons of us on a scarf and pulled the tassels so i could watch what love unravelling looked like, I missed it the first time.
Only I was never acting, I’m that good
I never knew the scene had started
“Don’t tell me what I know, fear is no excuse and you don’t drink so you must have swallowed what you wanted.”
But I’m not swallowing my pride, you gave him all I had when you gave him your hand
Couldn’t even wear your grandmothers ring much less the stones I bought you
Must have been a reminder you couldn’t bare to stare at the two hours you drove in silence to his bedside
You traded a lifetime of devotion for one afternoon of uncertainty
I bled slowly every night for 34 weeks
Allowing the nightmares of rolling over to no one to leak and escape through my veins
To soak into the sheets you bought me
but i could never taint your memory
I still see you with a tiara and I’m playing roulette with 4 bullets to put the odds in my favor
Tying nooses in staircases and archways to lean fate to my side
I’m looking for excuses to get me in your arms again
I brought you sunflowers praying the irony would allow for one more morning
One more morning
No more mourning
But the sun will soon burn out too,
You no longer glow next to me
I was once a cosmonaut bent on a mission to repair a broken nova
But space travel is merely a reverie
Space cadet lost in space
I’ve nothing to revolve around
If only I had something to regret, to squeeze me like cotton, something fitted
Linens have walls too, corners allowing entrapment for your mood swings
I’ve been browbeaten by your stares of attempted repentance
I no longer listen to my favorite songs because you redefined harmony and progression
All honesty had become heavy and was escaping through tear ducts
Beauty was lost before it hit my hands and everything magical about her ran through the cracks in my fingers
Willingly I let it splash the grass and hoped the ground was thirsty so it would disappear quickly
I couldn’t bare to hold her anymore
Hanging heads looked to weakened knees
“Your lips can quiver all they want but the truth never shakes free, Peter lied 3 times too”
But there is no rooster in the morning to red flag your betrayal
I don’t want your lips to crucify me
I want to remember them more holy
And less full of holes like your story
You’re only honest in your actions
So say cut so we can end this round of pictionary
Thread-bound to sanity I drew cartoons of us on a scarf and pulled the tassels so i could watch what love unravelling looked like, I missed it the first time.
Only I was never acting, I’m that good
I never knew the scene had started
“Don’t tell me what I know, fear is no excuse and you don’t drink so you must have swallowed what you wanted.”
But I’m not swallowing my pride, you gave him all I had when you gave him your hand
Couldn’t even wear your grandmothers ring much less the stones I bought you
Must have been a reminder you couldn’t bare to stare at the two hours you drove in silence to his bedside
You traded a lifetime of devotion for one afternoon of uncertainty
I bled slowly every night for 34 weeks
Allowing the nightmares of rolling over to no one to leak and escape through my veins
To soak into the sheets you bought me
but i could never taint your memory
I still see you with a tiara and I’m playing roulette with 4 bullets to put the odds in my favor
Tying nooses in staircases and archways to lean fate to my side
I’m looking for excuses to get me in your arms again
I brought you sunflowers praying the irony would allow for one more morning
One more morning
No more mourning
But the sun will soon burn out too,
You no longer glow next to me
I was once a cosmonaut bent on a mission to repair a broken nova
But space travel is merely a reverie
Space cadet lost in space
I’ve nothing to revolve around
If only I had something to regret, to squeeze me like cotton, something fitted
Linens have walls too, corners allowing entrapment for your mood swings
I’ve been browbeaten by your stares of attempted repentance
I no longer listen to my favorite songs because you redefined harmony and progression
the Swine Flew
Ok, so I know since a large population of my public reads this blog religiously so those fans would definetly know that I haven't posted anything in a coons' age (im not sure how long that is, but Raccoons live a long as time so I'm gonna guestimate about 10 years). Further more I would like to supply you ladies and gentlemen with some work. Here you go. enjoy my children.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Lioness
I met a girl the other night through a friend, another poet Speakeasy, and I was inspired. So here it is. This is for Nicole. **(You can find the audio for this poem at www.myspace.com/hypotheticpoetry)
"Lioness" - hypothetic
I’m being stalked by a lioness
And I don’t even mind
Let the tall grass blend with her curls
and I’ll lie here
Let her take me
feed her future with my insides
I am nothing but an offering
Let me be a sacrifice
Something clearly inadequate
But all I have for tribute
Like each moon trading with the sun
She rises with the sunset and yellow never bit my taste buds like ferocity of Nicole
A baroness
I’m building castles in her image
But I can’t chip stone to match her curves
And no watchtower could provide a better view of landscapes and sloping hills then her eyes
Let me take up arms
I will bare this shield and armor if I could win for her a kingdom
Something tangible to offer for just a brush of her lips against my cheek
I only want to be a figment
Something to grace her imagination
Because I’m better off a whisper if she won’t be there in the morning
I’d rather she daydream about me wide awake so at least I’m on her mind when she’s conscious
Forgive me Nicole
I can only offer what I am
A mirage of a man with too much to say
Let me be next to you
Spending every morning reminding myself what you look like
I’ll trace every inch of you with my eyes
I’ve mapped out this heart of mine so you’ll know right where to go
Mona Lisa be your rival
I want famous dancers to sketch you
Because if its unnatural to the artist they’ll pay attention to your detail
Devour me Nicole
Eat me away
I can only pray to some God to end up in your arms
Or to at least die by your hand
Either way would be sufficient because at least my last memory would be of you
A lioness
Nicole
"Lioness" - hypothetic
I’m being stalked by a lioness
And I don’t even mind
Let the tall grass blend with her curls
and I’ll lie here
Let her take me
feed her future with my insides
I am nothing but an offering
Let me be a sacrifice
Something clearly inadequate
But all I have for tribute
Like each moon trading with the sun
She rises with the sunset and yellow never bit my taste buds like ferocity of Nicole
A baroness
I’m building castles in her image
But I can’t chip stone to match her curves
And no watchtower could provide a better view of landscapes and sloping hills then her eyes
Let me take up arms
I will bare this shield and armor if I could win for her a kingdom
Something tangible to offer for just a brush of her lips against my cheek
I only want to be a figment
Something to grace her imagination
Because I’m better off a whisper if she won’t be there in the morning
I’d rather she daydream about me wide awake so at least I’m on her mind when she’s conscious
Forgive me Nicole
I can only offer what I am
A mirage of a man with too much to say
Let me be next to you
Spending every morning reminding myself what you look like
I’ll trace every inch of you with my eyes
I’ve mapped out this heart of mine so you’ll know right where to go
Mona Lisa be your rival
I want famous dancers to sketch you
Because if its unnatural to the artist they’ll pay attention to your detail
Devour me Nicole
Eat me away
I can only pray to some God to end up in your arms
Or to at least die by your hand
Either way would be sufficient because at least my last memory would be of you
A lioness
Nicole
Saturday, January 31, 2009
MYSPACE!!!
I have an official myspace now with audio tracks of my work available
www.myspace.com/hypotheticpoetry
CHECK IT OUT!!!
If anyone would like to hear a specific poem from either this blog or something you've heard me do (minus freestyles because it was a freestyle and in no way do i remember it) feel free to leave a comment here (anyone can comment on this blog), or on myspace. I will happily record it and post it just for you!
www.myspace.com/hypotheticpoetry
CHECK IT OUT!!!
If anyone would like to hear a specific poem from either this blog or something you've heard me do (minus freestyles because it was a freestyle and in no way do i remember it) feel free to leave a comment here (anyone can comment on this blog), or on myspace. I will happily record it and post it just for you!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
birthday presence
"birthday presence" - hypothetic
Here is a picture of the sheets you bought me
Its too bad we’ll never share them
But I found that sweatshirt you wanted
It still smells like your hair
Would it be wrong of me to keep it till that fades?
I took the pictures down
So it might be nice just to catch a glimpse
Of something
You.
Here is a picture of the sheets you bought me
Its too bad we’ll never share them
But I found that sweatshirt you wanted
It still smells like your hair
Would it be wrong of me to keep it till that fades?
I took the pictures down
So it might be nice just to catch a glimpse
Of something
You.
Grand Finale
"Grand Finale" - hypothetic
What do you want me to say
I’m not sorry
Did it ever occur to you that maybe I got sick of it
That maybe it got old
How many times can I pick you up
Before you learn to stand for yourself
I am so sick of watching you just lay there
No, do not try to explain it
It is becoming a routine
You’re already medicated
What else can they do for you
Sure, call your dad
Tell him I yelled at you
He’s sick of it too
These 2 am phone calls aren’t emergencies anymore
Remember the Boy Who Cried Wolf
You’re that kid
Nobody is gonna come kicking down the door
Just to find you
Sitting there
Here, I’ll help you,
No why would we need more than one
It only takes one and I am not about to do for you if you fuck it up
Look
Squeeze, bang. done
I promise, you’re gonna feel a lot better after
And at least I wont have to listen to you piss and moan anymore
So yea, just pull this little apparatus and good night ladies and gentleman
Hypothetic has left the building
What do you want me to say
I’m not sorry
Did it ever occur to you that maybe I got sick of it
That maybe it got old
How many times can I pick you up
Before you learn to stand for yourself
I am so sick of watching you just lay there
No, do not try to explain it
It is becoming a routine
You’re already medicated
What else can they do for you
Sure, call your dad
Tell him I yelled at you
He’s sick of it too
These 2 am phone calls aren’t emergencies anymore
Remember the Boy Who Cried Wolf
You’re that kid
Nobody is gonna come kicking down the door
Just to find you
Sitting there
Here, I’ll help you,
No why would we need more than one
It only takes one and I am not about to do for you if you fuck it up
Look
Squeeze, bang. done
I promise, you’re gonna feel a lot better after
And at least I wont have to listen to you piss and moan anymore
So yea, just pull this little apparatus and good night ladies and gentleman
Hypothetic has left the building
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunbathing
"Sunbathing" - hypothetic**(You can find the audio for this poem at www.myspace.com/hypotheticpoetry
Granulated rock flows smoothly over
Hollow bones
Prying, nestling into spaces where fluids used to be
Only, this corpse is barren, dry
Sold to the sun, it was caught staring
Pupils fixated on the only thing left pure
Calloused finger tips
Leathery from lack of contact
They rub and plead with his interpretation of a crucifix
A miniature time capsule dangling from gold chains around his neck
Had her image been composed of more skin and less paper
He would have worked his way through her make up by now
Down to what truly made her
But he wasn't much an artist and now
Constricting ribs suppress overflowing lungs
There is so much to say, but so little oxygen
In this desert of a sleeping space
And far too much time has elapsed
In this haze, welcomed like his shadow
But you can’t follow what’s behind you
The tongue massages his palate
Reconstructing tastes that used to be familiar
But this wasteland has more than burned his skin
Its charred his very soul
Now confessions are dripping through his pores
He circles pictures in his sweat
Finger painting perfection
Appendages reconstructing her jaw line
And the oh the way her curls would
Rest upon her subtle shoulders
He would even tie her hair into a tiara
But somethings are better left to whispers
Lips far too cracked for speaking
Spreading only to grasp some form of concept
Maybe osmosis could occur on the surface
If her lips were here to shelter his
She would shout some sort of soliloquy
Standing on a soap box
Her figure overcasting his
And he would call her the messiah
But he is reduced to begging now
Kneecaps crusted over by his vows
He recites them to the tune of Job
Shuffling under him they scrape and grind
Against hardwood and better judgment he calls to her
Rushing fingertips to cover leaks and lips
He has spilled a secret
Candid Mona Lisas rest like vultures atop
His dresser and her wardrobe
They begin to circle now
Swooping down, he casts each arm open
They poke and prod
Tearing remnants of flesh from bone
They pause before his eyes
And carefully remove the lids
He must remain a witness
He reaches deep and squeezes
Pushing his last words from the alveoli
He recites the first two things that come to mind
“For God so loved the world”
And
“She will love you when she chooses, it was always on her terms”
He waits
But Edward nor Jesus will cross the threshold
They’ve seen what she has done
and now they wait for him
Only time is left to pass
His face is pressed deep into the hardwood floor
Granulated rock flows smoothly over
Hollows bones
He died here
Alone
Granulated rock flows smoothly over
Hollow bones
Prying, nestling into spaces where fluids used to be
Only, this corpse is barren, dry
Sold to the sun, it was caught staring
Pupils fixated on the only thing left pure
Calloused finger tips
Leathery from lack of contact
They rub and plead with his interpretation of a crucifix
A miniature time capsule dangling from gold chains around his neck
Had her image been composed of more skin and less paper
He would have worked his way through her make up by now
Down to what truly made her
But he wasn't much an artist and now
Constricting ribs suppress overflowing lungs
There is so much to say, but so little oxygen
In this desert of a sleeping space
And far too much time has elapsed
In this haze, welcomed like his shadow
But you can’t follow what’s behind you
The tongue massages his palate
Reconstructing tastes that used to be familiar
But this wasteland has more than burned his skin
Its charred his very soul
Now confessions are dripping through his pores
He circles pictures in his sweat
Finger painting perfection
Appendages reconstructing her jaw line
And the oh the way her curls would
Rest upon her subtle shoulders
He would even tie her hair into a tiara
But somethings are better left to whispers
Lips far too cracked for speaking
Spreading only to grasp some form of concept
Maybe osmosis could occur on the surface
If her lips were here to shelter his
She would shout some sort of soliloquy
Standing on a soap box
Her figure overcasting his
And he would call her the messiah
But he is reduced to begging now
Kneecaps crusted over by his vows
He recites them to the tune of Job
Shuffling under him they scrape and grind
Against hardwood and better judgment he calls to her
Rushing fingertips to cover leaks and lips
He has spilled a secret
Candid Mona Lisas rest like vultures atop
His dresser and her wardrobe
They begin to circle now
Swooping down, he casts each arm open
They poke and prod
Tearing remnants of flesh from bone
They pause before his eyes
And carefully remove the lids
He must remain a witness
He reaches deep and squeezes
Pushing his last words from the alveoli
He recites the first two things that come to mind
“For God so loved the world”
And
“She will love you when she chooses, it was always on her terms”
He waits
But Edward nor Jesus will cross the threshold
They’ve seen what she has done
and now they wait for him
Only time is left to pass
His face is pressed deep into the hardwood floor
Granulated rock flows smoothly over
Hollows bones
He died here
Alone
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
New Semester
In celebratory fashion of the dawn of a new semester, I'm gonna put up some new stuff very soon. Definitely this week sometime.
Until then here is a haiku. Its my thoughts after I asked my dad where I got my middle name, I was 9 then.
In bloody blue jeans
“If she won’t love me, who will?”
She is married now
Until then here is a haiku. Its my thoughts after I asked my dad where I got my middle name, I was 9 then.
In bloody blue jeans
“If she won’t love me, who will?”
She is married now
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