Month: December 2015

Being Human

H.M. Nolan

Because we are human

We will always lust

over what we cannot have.

These gold rings are a trap

A “who’s going to take care of you

when I’m gone?”

No one, love.

Someone will

Snatch your guts out right from underneath your skin

and grin

as they tie them in knots.

Oh, so how I hate the flesh

Tasty sweet  man meat human flesh.

Your flesh messing with my head again

And so it begins

Go ahead, commit a sin.

So it is only my mind that creates the trap

A “who’s going to hurt me

when you’re gone?”

Someone will

Someone always will.

12-28-1998

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Just Another Day

ChainsawPenguin

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That was just another day
The cat sits and stares, and seems to say:
“Rest, this is the end of your trail.
Tomorrow is a different tale.
This day was one and tomorrow the same.”
Day in day out, nothing much changed.
The voices follow me home, but i decline to listen.
Morning sunlight on the dew drops glisten.
A sleepless night behind.
The cold dawn responds in kind,
And without noticing, slips by,
One into the next and I cry.
This is the day I deserve to die.
But so was yesterday and so is tomorrow,
Not knowing which is which,
From the future, time I’ll borrow.

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Reckless serenade

Topless models doing semaphore,
they wave their flags as they pass by
but get ignored…

Reckless serenade

da da da

Instagram picture of face
that has a strange feature and we
hope is no our teacher…

Reckless serenade

da da da

Inside out we have to
shout what all the other passers
by say what a freak of a trout….

Reckless serenade

da da da

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses,

Las Vegas

H.M. Nolan

Dawn breaks
and the city awaits
Like a devil
in neon masquerade
She never sleeps
all her dreams
are chemical dust
An explosion
in the blacks
of your eyes.
There is a sweet relief
in her excess
A beauty
in her wasteland
A tragedy in your morning
regrets
A gentle haunting
in all the
secrets
she keeps.

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in between chords

H.M. Nolan

Dusk brushed the building tops

I saw the twinkle in your eye

within the city lights

A sigh formed in longing

the memory of a frosty kiss…

the smell of leather

the scent of you.

These are things I will forever miss…

The music played

and I liked the sound his fingers made

sliding across strings

in between chords

But nothing could break me from this melancholy trance

I was sad about the news

the man on the moon

needed a space suit to breath

and all mountains will crumble

into the sea

eventually.

Boys passed me in ski masks

but payed me no mind

except a nod and a peace sign

The wind blew back my hair

my skin became ice

I stood on top of the mountain

caught in between chords

and waited for it to crumble.

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Me.

Americana Injustica

This villainous fiend that is me,

the shadow in firelight,

the beast waiting to spite,

such villainous things I perceive;

this slowly emptying sea,

the waves that break,

the breaths they take,

what a fucking tragedy;

this temper tantrumming,

the punches at air,

the utter despair,

such a childish identity;

this condition that’s underlying,

the highs and lows,

the last to know,

such a burden is mine to carry;

this unforgiven monstrosity,

the one under my skin,

the one who I am,

such a hideous monster is me.

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