Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

a nyc epic in 25 spasms

1. No One Knew His Name

when the woman called nine eleven she said

there is a guy sitting on the stoop

he's dead..

the nine eleven woman, martha, said

how do you know he

s dead we get plenty of calls like tha

t

 

she said, the woman, said

he

s got flies in his eyes

 

martha said we are gonna

be right there!

 

2.two condoms and a crucifix

 

when the coroner people cam

e he was still sitting on the stoop

still dead his breath no longer

straining the winter air

then they took pix and measured things

rigor mortis already had set in

and when they took th e pix

they showed two condoms and a crucifix

falling out of his pocket into the light of day

 

the woman who found him so still

she said it is strange

to see such disparate things spilling out of his pocket

he

was still dead and i believe he

s kept his state of being stubborn as he is/was

he remains forevermore stilled

 

we talked about those three things

two concepts really

two condoms and a crucifix

and we could not figure out which

he loved the most

because we never heard him speak of

anything but god crack *** amphetamine

trinity cooh, ya know?

 

3. Discovery Indeed

 

he came from wolf lake mn

population 31

when he left it went down to 25

ten thousand lakes

he could not imagine living there

anymore

but did he know at the end of the trail

what was he looking for?

two condoms and a xfix

my god he said

although he did not ever believe in such

extravagance

just before he went to sleep

perhaps to be still forever more

my god he said

as the soporific hit blessed

whatever was left of his short life

my god he said

although he was agnostic or so he said

my god

he could not have believed had he not heard them words

himself

as he grabbed the condoms and kissed the xfix

or maybe it was the other way around.

 

4. No ****

sitting on his ***** chair

he put his hands between his legs

reached for the ****

and squeezed:

yellowish stuff strained out between his fingers.

 

his grandma slapped him, hard

 

5. Things Looking Up

 

he lay down on the floor

to look up the neighbor's dress

he saw a pair of legs descend

from pink *******

 

then his grandma picked him up

slapped him, hard.

 

6. Harbinger

 

winter flew in harsh in minnesota,

battered houses, pine trees,

the wide landscape into submission

let the wind run whistling, whipping

subservient snow, whitewhirlwinding

down desolate fields and lanes

 

one day it got so cold

spit froze before it hit the ground

it made a little noise midair

 

7. Cold Dogs

 

one time he saw some fifteen dead dogs

piled by the side of a road

frozen like the rest of the landscape

 

even as an adult he wondered

what THAT had been about

 

8. *** Is Child's Play

 

in the first grade he fell in love with miss renee

the teacher who let him put his head down on her legs

and petted his head while he glowed glowed glowed

he learned to love school and read read read

so ms renee would say Joe, read!

and he would

 

one time he dreamed he had *** with miss renee

*** was tying something between her legs

a knot of love in her ******

 

so how did he know about such things

at five? he always wondered about that.

 

9. Revelation

 

his fishing pole was gone!

he looked and looked while spring time

raised giant mosquitos that buzzed and buzzed

about his head

 

he never found his fishing pole

he thought that maybe when you die

and go to heaven

god showed you in a sort of movie

what had happened so you'd nod yer head and say

yeh, i'd never would have guessed grandma

 

gave it away.

 

10. Alone At Last

 

say to the darkness this

emptiness covers all this

suffusing light scrapes away

some pain some excruciating i am

lucid preamble to my nevermores

in plural congruent universes

coexisting rapt in its own

say this is a dream a vertigo

a swirling metaphor for then/now/and again

can days still mean something new

today everyone left

everyone left

 

 

staring out the window at six years old

he saw woods slowly fade into the night

he thought they sank

into an oblivious fog

 

why didn't i go to the neighbors' house

 

11. Death Becomes The Fisherman

 

the lakes were all around

they said let's go see the drowned man

so they went to the shore

a boat with two men rowing

approached

you could see a hand and an arm sticking out

from somebody lying on the floor

someone said "hey, he

s waving"

close to the shore

the wind brought the overpowering

stink of death

that shocked him because he'

d not thought of "drowned" as "dead"

 

they brought the body out

to the shore

covered it waiting for the coroner to show up

 

mother and sister cried nearby

neither could approach the stinking corpse

 

he then realized that no matter what

you can't kiss a rotting corpse.

 

12. Rubber Match

 

the first time he met a ******

there was no formal intro

he just found it in his father'

s drawer

filled it with water

dumped it on the neighbor

s'

yard

 

later on he could hear them fight

 

13.Prurient Discovery

 

when he was 13 he made love to her

who was 16

and all he could think about

was how gross it was and wet

 

until he came

 

then his opinion suddenly

changed

 

for the

 

better

 

14. Death Is

 

his grandmother was sick

in the MN winter cold home

she coughed and coughed

so she

put kerosene on her back

and chest

he saw she got blisters

he did not want to help

clean them up

so he hid

until she was quiet for a couple of days

 

he went to see her she was dead

so he stayed drunk for a week or so

until he could not stand the stink no more

 

15. The Beginning of the End

 

he went to a foster home

there were 5 other teenagers there

the first night

he went to bed

someone put a pillow on his head

while hands turned him over

held him down

pulled his pjs down

5 guys ***** him then and there

 

the next day he ran away

 

16. The End of the Beginning

 

they brought him back 23 times

on the 24 he met one of the kids

by the lake

stuck a knife under the guys

ribcage on the right side

 

all the guy did was sigh

and slide slowly down

 

he pushed the guy into the water

somehow it took weeks to find the body

by then nobody could tell he'd been stabbed

 

but none of the kids ever held him down

again

 

17. COOH

 

alcohol alcohol

its sweet old name tells me all

i need to know how spinning

the world distances itself

in a warm blood red haze

and only a swollen torpor remains

alcohol alcohol

its sweet old name tells me all

i need to know

and not to know

 

18. Not Late, Just Timely

 

time 'sss a stone a sash a thunderbolt up high

a rudder a list a lisp a restless meandering

time 'sss a spire a fish still below the waves

a constraint a push a shove a deal a nothing

time 'ssss a look a lock a rail

a sunrise a fall a crack a vial

time 'sss a sock a pen a handgun

a radiant breeze a solid solid hand

two elbows and one mouth

 

he took his time and time took him

step by step he climbed the stairs of his cognizance

such as it was just this

no hope

 

i say no hope but no despair either

the world sometimes it's just the way it is

he understood that but what to make

of this breathing hearing seeing tasting feeling smelling

thinking self

he knew not

and in not knowing

he passed the time that isss not

what you think it isss

time 'sss not even a ticking tocking clock

just let it be he said to himself

time 'sss not me

yet time isss me

 

and he took another ****

 

 

19. Luger

 

his father came back to town one day

the war had been over for a few years then

they told him where he could find his father and he went

and watched his father, dressed in combat rags,

as he counted the fingers of his shooting hand

 

they exchanged glances and he left

 

got drunk and did not hear or see his father ever again.

 

20. Life As A Long One Night Stand

 

the girls are many the girls are new

every day they seems to look at you

and you melt and then you are gone

in another trip with another stranger

in your bed do not say much

cause *** is just another drug

 

just cheaper and easier to get

than smack

 

21. Epitaph

 

he learned a song and a little dance

at the emergency rooms where he got

the prescription pain killers man he could

lie and act and pretend so much

he knew they'

d really have to give him stuff

cause that'

s the way that things work

in big city hospitals

he re-membered a doc who smiled at him

saying man you'll be dead soon

although you think you are fooling me

the only fool in this room is you

 

he laughed cause he could not agree more

put that in my tombstone he said

the doc said no, you are gonna do it all by yourself

 

22. Lost Weekend

-.- -.- -.- -.- -.- -.- -.- -.-

-.- -.- -.- -.-

-.- -.- -.- -.- -.- -.- -.- -.-

-.- -.- -.- -.-

 

23. Dashes and Spaces

---- -- -- - - --- --

-- - -- -- -- - - -- - -- -- -

--- - - - - - -- - -- - - - --- - -

-- - - -- -- -- -- ---- - - --

 

24. Two Condoms

 

at the end of the road

the road the empty road

the sinuous complex road

the road the heavy road

where lust and love entwine

who knows the end or the beginning

who knows alpha or omega

who the what who the where who even

the hidden sentient how

the nothingness the emptiness

of come and come and come

just emptiness of not becoming

he heard himself saying screaming

at the end of something like a bumpy ride

she was who knows who but she was

you know the hole the whole the mankind whole

the all embracing whole the whole hole

the destination origin

the one and all

he said here i belong elementary

i exist because of this

he pounded pounded in his anguish

of becoming one and whole

he howled his grief intermittent

as pulse wave of heart

the heat of his despair

the only drug that it's living protein

he felt his way

and then was gone from virile crisis

to distant remote self acquiring its orthodoxy of despair

because as he put it once you cannot ever **** yourself

square the circle as it were

so he accepted two trojans

at the bar when a guy in the adjacent ****** said

these are the best and yes

we gotta protect ourselves

and left the couple of rubbers

by the sink

and he would have washed his hands

had he known how

but instead put them products in his pocket

a premonition of some kind of future bliss

tugging the sleeve of his presentiment

 

carving already a vast innocent tomorrow

while he walked out

 

he truly did not care

 

25. Crucifix

 

at the end of the road the empty road, the road full of lies, deceit and a hunger so great it overwhelmed all else, at the end, the terminus, the appointed hour, at the end of the alpha, the omega, the in-between, the road sinuous road that led down the miriad steps to the steps on a stoop in the city of new york, at the end of a long concatenation of minutes, each ethereal, insubstantial, a construct, a vapid dream or nightmare indeed he sat down one last time with his burden of hours to dream one last warm oblivious cozy, embracing shroud, sweet balm to assuage the freezing claws of grief. in the seedy bar last

night he met a blonde who said, your eyes remind me of a long ago boyfriend, he said well, he musta been one hell of a guy, she said indeed, he died in iraq, suicide, holy **** he said that is not right, she said we are all at war, daily intimate war, i think, who said we met the enemy and it's us? he did not know but understood, he said although denial is more than a river in egypt, ha ha, but they both got it since they both craved the same intoxication, the same zig-zag and feint, she said the first time i got drunk i was eleven, that was my first time for *** too, he said the first time i got drunk i too was eleven, the night had fallen i was alone in wisconsin among the wolves of winter howling their relentless wind outside, i found a bottle of the hard stuff, not beer like everybody drank i could not stand the taste it was too bitter, but gin, and i drank it convulsed at first by the shock, then not, just drinking a few more gulps and believed i had found the greatest gift on earth, the greatest warmest kindest confidant, she said you talk funny, but i understand what you are talking about, i know the allure but my hangovers, wow, he said no, i never got one, but. here is the but. i knew a limit, i was never blind blind drunk until much later in new york, she said we each have our cross to bear and laughed and dontcha just wanna do a line now ha ha, and it went on like that for quite a while. when she was leaving she said, you wanna see something funny, yeah he said, she brought out a crucifix and it was indeed jesus, his mouth open, imploring relief from his harsh dad, and he had a gold tooth, blue eyes and dreads, he laughed and said that's quite contemporary and she said wha? you don't think he looked like that? but really who knows what the truth was, he said or is, so they both lifted one in memory of the dear departed one who had caused so much trouble here on earth, but, she said, he did not mean it, here keep it and he did. later on he found his fix it was extra good **** too good in fact, and who knows, when he sat there with flies in his eyes, his life a dream, invention, make believe, whether any of the episodes were true at all, sob stories to assuage the beast of craving within, get his hand in your pocket and whether, as he sank below the surface of his tortured bliss, he saw his true light at long last.

Request permission to use this poem
w
Written by
wil-wynn
Ecuadorean
Published
Apr 24, 2010
Lines·Words
349·2.6k
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell wil-wynn how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write