dominic-rocky - Hello Poetry

here, crawling through blood and **** of once brothers too young and too sober deafened— leaded and known only by dog for tradition for man absolute obsolete pure pride and purpose dear ma, death is blind and hell is close to home

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Oct 10, 2014

Oct 10, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC

dominic-rocky

dear ma,

here, crawling through blood and **** of once brothers too young and too sober deafened— leaded and known only by dog for tradition for man absolute obsolete pure pride and purpose dear ma, death is blind and hell is close to home

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throw my poetry in the trash and scream hallelujah maybe then I'll do the dishes

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Sep 11, 2014

Sep 11, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC

dominic-rocky

Untitled

throw my poetry in the trash and scream hallelujah maybe then I'll do the dishes

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I wish I could love you but my timing is all wrong I already know who you are what you love what you like what you hate but he's still there even though he's not wanting is irrelevant waiting is irrelevant and my timing is all wrong what if he wasn't there what if he wasn't a friend what if you were happy what if I could kiss you on the cheek what if I could hold your hand and not feel guilty about it and only let get so you could dance in the parking lot what if except my timing is all wrong it's never been right I love you

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Sep 11, 2014

Sep 11, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC

dominic-rocky

so it goes

I wish I could love you but my timing is all wrong I already know who you are what you love what you like what you hate but he's still there even though he's not wanting is irrelevant waiting is irrelevant and my timing is all wrong what if he wasn't there what if he wasn't a friend what if you were happy what if I could kiss you on the cheek what if I could hold your hand and not feel guilty about it and only let get so you could dance in the parking lot what if except my timing is all wrong it's never been right I love you

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atop the mesa cold flowers sleep bathed in suns long since gone & the coyote sings on purple wind "all is empty"

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May 8, 2014

May 8, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC

dominic-rocky

desert sutra

atop the mesa cold flowers sleep bathed in suns long since gone & the coyote sings on purple wind "all is empty"

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once while driving a long stretch of road, I came across a field of dead colts. not mauled, but asleep. I spent the day arranging and rearranging them. first in a straight line. then a circle. then a cross. finally, I piled them up and lit them on fire. I waited for the fire to burn out. I waited through night. I waited for several days. I never slept. just sat there. waiting.

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Mar 21, 2014

Mar 21, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC

dominic-rocky

for Preston

once while driving a long stretch of road, I came across a field of dead colts. not mauled, but asleep. I spent the day arranging and rearranging them. first in a straight line. then a circle. then a cross. finally, I piled them up and lit them on fire. I waited for the fire to burn out. I waited through night. I waited for several days. I never slept. just sat there. waiting.

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Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC

dominic-rocky

)))

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one day the world will have enough of me and burn me at the stake they’ll sing and dance in gasoline and smoke “the death of the last honest man” and after they **** on the ashes and return home to their meat loaves and ****** i will rise from the ashes as a pigeon spending the rest of eternity ******** in their morning coffee and on the windshields of their cars

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Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC

dominic-rocky

eulogy

one day the world will have enough of me and burn me at the stake they’ll sing and dance in gasoline and smoke “the death of the last honest man” and after they **** on the ashes and return home to their meat loaves and ****** i will rise from the ashes as a pigeon spending the rest of eternity ******** in their morning coffee and on the windshields of their cars

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I found a dead dog today so I took it home and buried it with the others I have found

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Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC

dominic-rocky

for John

I found a dead dog today so I took it home and buried it with the others I have found

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I found myself wandering around the truck stops and trailer parks of West Sacramento hung over and thirsty, I found the first place I could get a drink —THE ***** BIRD I sat down at the bar and ordered a Budweiser. it was basically empty usual for a Tuesday. halfway through my beer the bartender slid me another, “what’s this for?” I said. “the fella over there bought it for you,” he said pointing to a blind man and a German Shepherd sitting at a booth in the back. “you allow dogs in here?” “nah, but Red’s cool.” I finished up my first Bud and walked over to the booth, “hey thanks for the beer.” “you should be thanking me, not him he can’t hear you anyway.” I looked around. A paw extended out. “the name’s Red, nice to meet you.” I shook the paw, “yeah, uh, Louis. same.” “have a seat, Lou. so what brings you to this dump?” the dog asked. “excuse me, Red you said? I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re a talking dog.” “you don’t say huh?” “sorry, but this is— incredible .” the German Shepherd grabbed a bottle of beer in his jaws, kicked back his head and took a pull, “yeah? so? you humans do it all the time and half of that time the only thing that comes out of your mouths is ******** “but why haven’t I heard of you before? shouldn’t you be famous or in some record book or —“ “ah, **** that noise” he said, “I’m too old for that **** why do you think I’m hanging out at this **** hole anyway? no one ever comes in here —“ “HEY **** YOU RED!” the bartender yelled. “NO OFFENSE JOE, BUT YOU GOTTA ADMIT, YOUR BAR IS PRETTY ****** HA HA.” “so how do you know—“ “oh Frank? how rude of me, I didn’t introduce you.” Red turned to the blind man in between us and pawed his right hand, the man smiled and stuck out his hand. “nice to meet you, Frank. you have one incredible —“ “I told you he can’t hear. he’s deaf.” “oh, right. sorry.” Red took another pull of his beer, “Frank and I are ex-West Sacramento PD. we were partners. narcotics unit. a few years back we got a tip on a **** lab at one of the trailer parks near here. Frank went inside to see if we had the right place. then BOOOOM. the whole ******* thing blew. Frank went flying. it was definitely the place. now he can’t see or hear **** “jesus.” he wagged his tail and laughed, “yeah, poor ******* if he wasn’t ugly enough before burn marks. nah I’m kidding. Frank’s like a brother to me, that’s why I take care of him.” Red grabbed a cigarette out of the pack in Frank’s jacket pocket. Frank lit it for him. he took a long drag, “you smoke?” Red and I drank until the bar closed. we smoked, *********** played dice (1-4-24). it turned out we had the same taste for classical music, Chopin over Satie and we both agreed Willie Mays was the greatest to ever swing a baseball bat.

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Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC

dominic-rocky

Red

I found myself wandering around the truck stops and trailer parks of West Sacramento hung over and thirsty, I found the first place I could get a drink —THE ***** BIRD I sat down at the bar and ordered a Budweiser. it was basically empty usual for a Tuesday. halfway through my beer the bartender slid me another, “what’s this for?” I said. “the fella over there bought it for you,” he said pointing to a blind man and a German Shepherd sitting at a booth in the back. “you allow dogs in here?” “nah, but Red’s cool.” I finished up my first Bud and walked over to the booth, “hey thanks for the beer.” “you should be thanking me, not him he can’t hear you anyway.” I looked around. A paw extended out. “the name’s Red, nice to meet you.” I shook the paw, “yeah, uh, Louis. same.” “have a seat, Lou. so what brings you to this dump?” the dog asked. “excuse me, Red you said? I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re a talking dog.” “you don’t say huh?” “sorry, but this is— incredible .” the German Shepherd grabbed a bottle of beer in his jaws, kicked back his head and took a pull, “yeah? so? you humans do it all the time and half of that time the only thing that comes out of your mouths is ******** “but why haven’t I heard of you before? shouldn’t you be famous or in some record book or —“ “ah, **** that noise” he said, “I’m too old for that **** why do you think I’m hanging out at this **** hole anyway? no one ever comes in here —“ “HEY **** YOU RED!” the bartender yelled. “NO OFFENSE JOE, BUT YOU GOTTA ADMIT, YOUR BAR IS PRETTY ****** HA HA.” “so how do you know—“ “oh Frank? how rude of me, I didn’t introduce you.” Red turned to the blind man in between us and pawed his right hand, the man smiled and stuck out his hand. “nice to meet you, Frank. you have one incredible —“ “I told you he can’t hear. he’s deaf.” “oh, right. sorry.” Red took another pull of his beer, “Frank and I are ex-West Sacramento PD. we were partners. narcotics unit. a few years back we got a tip on a **** lab at one of the trailer parks near here. Frank went inside to see if we had the right place. then BOOOOM. the whole ******* thing blew. Frank went flying. it was definitely the place. now he can’t see or hear **** “jesus.” he wagged his tail and laughed, “yeah, poor ******* if he wasn’t ugly enough before burn marks. nah I’m kidding. Frank’s like a brother to me, that’s why I take care of him.” Red grabbed a cigarette out of the pack in Frank’s jacket pocket. Frank lit it for him. he took a long drag, “you smoke?” Red and I drank until the bar closed. we smoked, *********** played dice (1-4-24). it turned out we had the same taste for classical music, Chopin over Satie and we both agreed Willie Mays was the greatest to ever swing a baseball bat.

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my head there is a tiny stone that I sand knowing it will never be smooth

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Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC

dominic-rocky

in

my head there is a tiny stone that I sand knowing it will never be smooth

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