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 Jun 2014 Hollow
Andrew Durst
It seems that
arrogance and ego
have a way
of
blowing-up
in our
faces.
-Andrew Durst
6-11-14
 Jun 2014 Hollow
Wanderer
Festival days all a twitter
Mud caked boots alongside fairy wings
Stick haphazardly every which way
From my jeep wrangler
She needs a bath but glitter is just something else
When you leave a trail in travel
This is what I live for
Tangled in tulle, hemp and wire for months
Until the weather breaks
Breath held. Exhaaaaaaale.
Naked coffee early morning possibilities
Fire poi, wicks and hoops go next
Papadosio Magreenery proton love song
Pulsing right through the visceral point
Of each cell
Saturating my senses. Over load.
Bright, gemstone radiant color melts
Gliding across my vision as the heat
The heat takes hold
Packing in itself is a journey
The trip...

                  *and I'm not even there yet.
 Jun 2014 Hollow
SG Holter
I have more than seventeen
Poems that
Mention me watching
You draw
-
Tracksuit pants
My sweater
Knitted socks
Ponytail
Colouring in some creation
With the tip of your
Tongue peeking out
From the side of your mouth
As always when
Concentrating
-
Light from the stove
Flicking curiously
Upon your person
Dry firewood heat in
Contrast to the outside
Midwinter
Beading our foreheads
At times
We were that old couple
On the picture
You cried when
I showed you
-
You are in truth the most
Beautiful person
I've ever consumed
With my every
Sense
You made me
Giant
Hero
Loved
Admired
Forgiven
For so long

I'll miss you.
*******, little girl.
I'm really
Going to
Miss
You.
 Jun 2014 Hollow
SG Holter
I walk around touching.
I walk around touching objects
-Hanging or resting-
That carry shards of our
History in their origin.
My hands remember
The warmth of your back
Against my palm.
Sun lotion between my fingers,  
Denmark. Summer.
You tasted like xcide and your  
Mother's Marlboro Light.
Laughed.
Kissed me;
Soft but hard. Soul to my soul.
We were so completely happy.

This quill pen you made me
To inspire my words.
Draw us with your poetry.
To write about you drawing
A picture of me writing
About you.
Taking in; transferring.
I've written you
Volumes.
Volumes.

Picture.
I touch and smile.
Trace your face with
My fingers, your
Mouth. My God, your
Mouth...
You let me touch your
Teeth when you smiled.
I cried then, even during the
Good years.

I take it in. Dig deeper in memories
To strain my soul, and tattoo... and
Claim these moments as
Mine forever; graven into
The marble tablets of
My mourning mind.
Feeling the farewell with
My every fibre
And gaping, face soaking wet,
At the Heavens in a
Silent scream of
**** You God! She's gone!
GONE! FUUUUUUUCK!


Like some kind of miner or
****** of some sorts
Craving pain and beauty in
Equal handfulls,
Tearing and ripping
At the remains of something
That just days ago
Wasn't dead.
 Jun 2014 Hollow
NuurSeraph
Flabbergasted
Strutted
Gut~tight feeling, punching, flooded.
~ • ~
Flooding into every ******* Breath, Digest the Power, Arrest Yourself to utter Absolution.
 ~ • ~
You will not falter beneath this weight, so insurmountable, rumble beneath the covers, shiver in your skin, use it for the masquerade ball for each and all to crawl through you to the funhouse mirror peerers, gaggle toothed crocodile tamers, all will smile in the pantomime hall, pointing the way, you'll hear them say,
   "Next time it will be You"
  ~ • ~
Run Son,
Along the night it will come, it will brush your back with jackal teeth, frozen tundra beneath your Electric Skin, take it off so I may climb in, adjust myself, clear the emptiness, shake it all about,
turn you inside out.
~ • ~
You are helpless, naked, breathless, devastated, Divine. You are Mine.
BREATHE
Close your eyes and breathe, that's better, clever little Valentine. Remember, your heart is mine, all of you, completely, what would you like me to do for you in your body?
BREATHE
Stroke it, Pet it, Touch You...There? Where?
I would like to know your Mind, explore your Circuitry, rearrange the wiring, clear some space for the
~BODY ELECTRIC~
Then I will return your Wrapping Robe for you to wear. It will feel a little new, unknown, dissociated maybe, but at least you have a new machine to
EXPLORE
~ • ~
Will You act the same way, ******* the same way, how will it Feel?  
How good can you make it feel?  
How about your Brain,
does it work the same?
 ~ • ~
Aah, so something new to do...
!! Explore !!
I added a few more floors for you to find, rooms with doors, some locked,
and hidden keys..
Please take your Time

Take a Tour
See You again
~~~~~~~~~<<<<•>>>>~~~~~~~~~
Around.......................Enjoy
?? When shall We Meet Again ??
 Jun 2014 Hollow
Suzanne Penn
My mother
now old
once long ago
put Miss Harper Valley PTA to shame

My mother
with a quick wit
and sharp tongue
built a reputation to keep her safe.

My mother
smoked ***
drank Blackberry Brandy
and raised three radicals alone when it just wasn't done.

My mother
looked for love
settled for security... but never for long
too high of a price.

My mother
devoured books
had an artists' soul
mixed with a black widows heart.

My mother
is trapped
between what she knows
and what she says.

My mother
is embarrassed, confused
and angry
refusing to yield as she always has.

My mother
needs me now
yet has too much pride
and doesn't want crude judgments.

My mother
taught me her best
(and worst) tricks
and I use them on her often.

My mother
is at the end of her life
keeping long promised answers
locked tightly inside her.

My mother
has never let anyone
understand her
but me.
My mother has been diagnosed with a rapid onset dementia  compounded by a series of "mini strokes". her mind is working...but her short term and a jumbled communication system....a lot.
 Jun 2014 Hollow
Suzanne Penn
I miss...
missing you
chasing you
wishing for you
to wish for me.

I miss...
excitedly telling you
who I am
and who I wish to be.

I miss...
not knowing
when I would see you
hold you
exhale your breath.

I love us now...
don't misunderstand...
but the anticipation
and the adventure
at times get over-powered
by the day.

I miss...
our breathless
creativity
and the almost violent need
to be close.
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