Please help me to understand

Your reaction to what just went down

Was it too much to ask

Did you feel it too big a task

Your anger disproportionate

Your venom inappropriate

Perhaps it’s just me and

This was how things were meant to be

Please direct me for I am lost

Was this your price, your final cost

Forgive me then if I choose to decline

I’ll just do it myself next time

©Paris Poems 2015


Perfect little “O”s

H.M. Nolan

She blew smoke rings

They were perfect little “O”s

Really I could use one of those

right about now

But I find myself in this crowd

and all alone

Wanna take me home?

On second thought no

He opened up his mouth

and a wolf came out

We can snarl and growl and we can shout

we can howl at the moon

knowing full well this night

will end too soon

I opened up my mouth

and a lion came out

We can roar and we can scratch and and we can

light this match

and see what happens next.

She blew perfect little “O”s

from perfect red lips

and hooked a finger in the rips

of my jeans and pulled

She opened up her mouth and a snake slid out

and we can hiss and bite and we can strike

when the poison’s right

We can light this match…

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Though one must wonder,
What is he waiting for?
He sees what he can never call his own.
He sees her held by another,
Who is not his brother,
She is not a he,
So where does that leave me?

This is an older one from 2009 I wrote about a girl I used to have a crush on who’s a lesbian. Man was I disappointed when I found out. lol

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Where you belong

H.M. Nolan

You deserve the dream

Lie yourself beside your beloved

Let this moment burrow itself

deep within your brain

And no other past hurts

seem to matter

Memories without the emotions

scars without the pain

There is only peace

Two damned souls drunk on wine

Hands entertwined

and serenity within the silence

Is this not what we’ve longed for

all our lives?

You are content

and exactly where you belong.

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I’ve wasted another day

H.M. Nolan

He was angry again

I’d forgotten something I was supposed to do

I told you seven times

You should have told me seventy-seven

I may have remembered then

And the dishes are still left in the sink from this morning

Well, I happen to find washing dishes rather boring

But you know what wouldn’t be such a bore?

Smashing them on the tiled floor

(or over your head)

The laundry has been sitting unfolded on the kitchen table for days

You don’t say?!?

I figured eventually your underwear would figure out how to put itself away

Is there anything you accomplished today?

Many things

I took a walk and watched the sun rise

I wrote a poem about how much you suck

and I imagined another man between my thighs

(this last part I said silently to myself)

I listened to my favorite Grant Lee Buffalo album twice

and I’ve…

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Sunrise and ADHD.

What does this morning’s dawning want to bring to me?
I could wash the wood floors, or climb a tall tree;
I could force myself to get my lab work done, finally;
Or I could sit on the beach and get stoned, like I want to be.

How’s about the library?
I can read my favorite books endlessly;
Surprise Sensei Han when I show up for karate;
Or just sit on my ass at my desk and write poetry.

Perhaps I will lead, in high speed – at the racetrack, again;
Or maybe shit some overpriced ammo down the drain;
I could always go hiking and get lost in the rain;
I’m partial to the idea of a tattoo gun’s special pain.

Today might be the day I dive for abalone;
Or decide to set my family of society finches free;
I just never know what’s in store for me;
With a mind so confined by its A.D.H.D.