Kyle Houseman

Kyle Houseman Mar 2020

Posture

Don't mind the talk, in the vines,
they're just whispers drawn long into one thin sphere
reflecting off, tiny, little, reflecting mirrors,

and it doesn't take a lot to make one's posture
crawl, and then drop.

You could put the pennies in but,
it would never stop.

So don't talk a lot, don't be a lot,
don't carry off into those dark spots of the mind
where it's possible to leave but it's just as tempting to stay
because you just couldn't say,

"I can't stand this!"

Kyle Houseman Feb 2020

Red Mist

You want to know what I think about all of this?

No one cares what I think.

You want to know what I think about all of this?

No one cares what I think.

But I think if you walk with the Devil long enough
you will think you know where he is,
But one of these days he's gonna get wise and trade places
You'll look in the mirror and see his face wearing yours and
you'll go outside and see that grin wearing thin and cracking deep,

And it won't matter if you scream and shout,
all those Devils are going to take it, and cut it, and spin it, and sing it, and cram it right back down your snout,

Kyle Houseman May 2018

Audition

Sell my fortune for this,
hedge my bets and trim the hedgerows,
turn the corner of my hearthstone
find myself neat and low.

Nice and steady, but ready.
For something broader,
something deeper and more meaningful
meaning I have to try harder
and not just idle out and auction off all of my clothes
I don't feel like washing at all.

I get that feeling often.

My attempts at causation may have caused concern,
but I've found you cannot have something to prove
without having something to learn,

that's why every day I die and come back to life.

breath new life, trifle with new strife.

keep kicking until I get kicked out myself.

isn't that what this life is all about?

requisite poem for entrance to Hello Poetry, published here

"Well hello Hello Poetry"

#audition #entrance

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