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Nov 2015 · 441
faces
Richard j Heby Nov 2015
faces, faces, funny places
everyone untie your laces
run up the mountain,
implant the fountain
and let the nymph ***
if the wet moss'll be
Nov 2015 · 559
sand on that dune
Richard j Heby Nov 2015
We are always running
late
to something but slow on the road to love,
although caring,
in the form of sharing
i-s un-
-equal

my things are bent and *****,
a mangled man, and burly

when you, my things, return me
they smell faintly of perfume
flowers in June,
and the ever-moving
sand on that dune
from april 2013
Oct 2015 · 259
Untitled
Richard j Heby Oct 2015
i fill my throat with the clicking music in my ears
Oct 2015 · 1.8k
Nothing beats the buzz
Richard j Heby Oct 2015
Nothing beats the
buzz of jazz,
guitar
blues, blue
hydrangeas like popcorn feathers
in spring, buzzing bees on daisies,
but now it's fall | that's all.
https://youtu.be/-IIjik7WvP8?t=35
Oct 2015 · 2.0k
poem
Richard j Heby Oct 2015
eye cantaloupe
batshit Midas
writer's iambic
within usurp
ender's egret
wherewithal
nearly Mykonos
orangutan elsewhere
eye dye.
#poemcode
Oct 2015 · 301
life would be much better
Richard j Heby Oct 2015
if we had a bigger place,
you say,
and i agree.
if we had our own beds,
and own bathrooms,
and own apartments,
and if we lived apart
in the world,
life would be much better.
Oct 2015 · 417
feeling stuck
Richard j Heby Oct 2015
on every corner
i've warned her
to stop fighting
i guess writing
is the answer

i want to stab my wrists
with the pain of carpal tunnel
feel the passion in my crackin knees, please
hurt me more so i can bleed the pain through +pain
and then i want to let it drain the page with pixels; they
used to say ink i think, but now that metaphor is dead. today's
youth, weave a thread through art, digitally; crack a new trail in the rift
without breaking ****; shine a light with LCD. Gee—time isticking
and so is the wifi, my brain attune to it, the birds come near
and fly away. the sky is gray because i see it that way.
i know because when i ask you if it's blue
you say, "no, i see it grey too."
and then we fight about
who spelled it right.
Oct 2015 · 427
brat
Richard j Heby Oct 2015
hello baby rat,
have you come to eat my food
and cry when it's all gone, waaaah
with a sharp tooth on each end
bend the rules
a bit
and let me take a ****
"you're
fat" you say
Oct 2015 · 290
haiku
Richard j Heby Oct 2015
seven sparrows on a branch, a truck horn makes it none
Oct 2015 · 313
haiku
Richard j Heby Oct 2015
bird on the ledge sings, and when i call him, flies away
Oct 2015 · 756
everytime
Richard j Heby Oct 2015
you leave
i lose. my liver
starts to quiver
the snake can't slither
and my heart
needs to ****.

it's just gas, don't know why i'm such a drama twist
Oct 2015 · 254
you don't make love
Richard j Heby Oct 2015
and you don't have
it. love is a fabric
that we're always breaking
through daily wear and tear,
oddly enough when you take it off
together
you make more
Oct 2015 · 281
breaking everything
Richard j Heby Oct 2015
for ego
and space
and trying to scare you into thinking
i will punch you in the *******
face
Oct 2015 · 313
Haiku
Richard j Heby Oct 2015
The sound of glasses
Clanking
through the breeze
Oct 2015 · 333
Whipping myself
Richard j Heby Oct 2015
Makes the words hurt less
Oct 2015 · 565
everyone is ill
Richard j Heby Oct 2015
in the head.
go to bed,
wake up and wed,
have some kids,
then you're dead.
Sep 2015 · 287
can you feel
Richard j Heby Sep 2015
the pressure in your eyes
every time you chew
i squirm
you do too
it burns us
electrically
with nervessemotion
Sep 2015 · 341
You tell me
Richard j Heby Sep 2015
The pepper's broken
I tell you to fix it
You moan and whine

You tell me to get wine
Your favorite is 30 bucks
You say it tastes like sulfides

You tell me to get rid of my boxes
You tell me to get rid of my boxes
I leave my books in a four foot stack

On the bench
(That i asked you to clear so i could sit
To put on my shoes)
In front of the shattered print
That you always hated that my cousin gave me
And next to your bags and bags
That you won't get rid of.

You tell me I'm an *******.

You tell me nothing
and when i ask
You tell me nothing's
wrong
You tell me go away
You tell me don't leave
You tell me not to type so loudly
You tell me not to sit alone in the bathroom
You tell me not to write you letters
Well this isn't for you.

You chase me around telling telling yelling me.
Sep 2015 · 389
odd ball
Richard j Heby Sep 2015
everything
feels that it keels
over
like a
pinball
in a machine—
hits green

and falls to your fingers.
save it
or you die

but you have two ***** left
and that's all you need.
Sep 2015 · 684
bluntly
Richard j Heby Sep 2015
Bluntly, you
are country-
bumpkin,
eat a pumpkin,

yams, and an
order of deli hams,
underdone just for fun.

Afterwards, give the
rats the words to
eat the leftovers.

Ask me about my

conch shell, go to hell,
unless of course that suits you well.
Never mind, now it's
time to quiet down.
Sep 2015 · 281
it's spreading
Richard j Heby Sep 2015
they call it diamond fever
everyone's engaged
Aug 2015 · 570
Life on Spin Cycle
Richard j Heby Aug 2015
i'd like to be a small ocean every day
ebbing, flowing

with a few tumultuous tidal waves.

Instead, the dishwasher, laundry machine
washing over
every second
with routine.
Find it here: http://www.rawdogpress.freesite2you.com/web_images/spin_cycle_heby_sept.jpg
Aug 2015 · 290
i am looking for words
Richard j Heby Aug 2015
i am looking for words to make me speak again.
being stuck unlistened, and chastened to my own,
your own thoughts, has me forgetting how loud
i can yell. Your name
means nothing to me— that's a lie. But I can't be close
to it. Don't worry it's a "that thing and mean" kind of
hate, where that thing is the only thing i think
about. you, you were once so significant, and now
you are depleted to ash with all your hate for me
and mine for you.

at least it makes something, writing
Aug 2015 · 328
the denseness
Richard j Heby Aug 2015
of desire
is painful and pervading my body
physically, like literally, i can feel
the heat in my legs, the
stinging lightness in my joints
and of course the throbbing in my head,
funny that the stunted, clogged,
wheel and cog of my hog
is frozen solid
and you're turning every corner
to make sure it stays that way for you
but it cannot. everyday
i imagine what it would be like
for desire to meet desire,
and it disgusts me
as you've defined my normal
and scared me shitless into thinking otherwise
through classical conditioning
and punishment of action.
Don't try to kiss me,
for fear of me lashing you
with my tongue, but no not literally, don't
even try it.
Tell me about everything you desire
and I will shove it back in your sick head
and beat the **** out of it,
so the sly fox of desire is a ****** ferret,
****** too many times by a bear, and then killed and eaten.
It's a way of life, you tell me the circle and nature of things as they
are. And you say you're just a bee buzzing, and I think the opposite
you're a bee struggling on its back on the ground,
doused in water, and unable to fly.
And I'm there trying to buzz you back to life,
but I've lost my stinger, and here's the kicker,
yours is ready to sting me, mine, back into drive
but you just want to stay on your back,
even when the water drys.
Aug 2015 · 409
w/o a root
Richard j Heby Aug 2015
Living without a root, but
with a flower,
you know as well as i
is
a terribly large and
loud void. Let’s call it
hell.
do you see the pattern, do
you
blow your fuse when the ducks don’t
dry in order, when the towels don’t fold according to
your structure and form your
hair—which is
just a vessel
to appear beautiful and
annoy the senses, upon which the hair falls on
me?
acrostic, freestyle
Aug 2015 · 250
You;'re a creep
Richard j Heby Aug 2015
time.
That;s why I try to stop
you.
Jul 2015 · 773
take my sea
Richard j Heby Jul 2015
Take my hand, my stupid jokes, and mix in
your unfettered passion, which hastens me,
raging and ready to kiss. Time like a thin
sea, is running to the cold ocean, free

of premonition, heavy with waiting
an extra second, to think over my
attitude and confidence. Then, kissing
and forgetting any thing or thought more.

Go with me in the black canoe. We won’t
drown, but we might fall, because the ocean—
your ocean, is not made of water. Loaned
sorrows are due soon, so cut commotion

in half and use one part to love me when
it hurts, and the other to hate me again.
Apr 2015 · 298
haiku
Richard j Heby Apr 2015
a lone tower its ivy bears one berry
Feb 2015 · 1.4k
The Plum
Richard j Heby Feb 2015
The plum I’ve been waiting
to ripen
is a bit past ripe; in the fruit bowl,
the bananas speckled brown;
the lemons show no sign of age.

Monday morning I forget the plum,
which now may be a bit too sweet.
Thursday,
I buy fresh produce
on the way home.
I get a call
from my father
about my mother.

Forgotten,
beneath brighter flora,
the plum
in royal colors
sits in the bottom of the fruit bowl.

At home
two Google searches:
what to make with past ripe plums
why don’t I cry when someone dies
published by the Pea River Journal, http://peariverjournal.com/2014/09/26/richard-heby-the-plum/
Feb 2015 · 456
feb-5 haiku
Richard j Heby Feb 2015
Non stop ringing
The hum drum dryer
life is fluff
haiku of the day (prompt "nonstop")
Feb 2015 · 527
Silent Passing
Richard j Heby Feb 2015
It is of note that the crow did not caw
and no one saw the raven.
And yet, the sparrow conked out
feasting on beauty
: spring berries,
alive
with food poisoning.
Jan 2015 · 516
awaiting results
Richard j Heby Jan 2015
Out on the cold
The radiator hums
Awaiting results
Richard j Heby Sep 2014
An hour editing
dashes to comma splices, and back
leaves turn

the red world
sits on apostrophes’ or Atlas’
mote of Earth

choosing
the right word
wet trousers

i rake
frail pages of my novel
after strong wind
Aug 2014 · 497
five haiku of spring
Richard j Heby Aug 2014
energy is(
cracking knuckles, popping joints
)alive in the body

my back pops
as the wind floats a
seedling

tree! tree!
how do flowering trees
spread their seeds?

flight
before man, the earth and sky
anemochory*

the leaf learned to fly: a butterfly
*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seed_dispersal#Allochory
Jun 2014 · 387
haiku04
Richard j Heby Jun 2014
windless heat
a whisper of rain-
bow, relief
Jun 2014 · 347
haiku03
Richard j Heby Jun 2014
cigarette
does not consume my rage
humidity
Jun 2014 · 260
Untitled
Richard j Heby Jun 2014
shadows,
mirror, glass window.

clarity
evades sight.
May 2014 · 552
trust me not
Richard j Heby May 2014
Trust me not forgotten flower ought
Having heard cried heated left and pleated
Pants havent had a dance to rain with drought
Ladies and gentleman please be seated

I have nightmares hysterical naked
Eyes under dark and just dried of wetness
Here is my word with a whipe so take it
With a kiss and a side of bacon let us

Now at lunch after tearing We eat meat
I haven't seen your gentle feet today
You're sick of breaking bread, and eating wheat
Gives you hives. Like the sky these seats are gray

Maybe years after tears dress in trust fears
You'll drive with me gears grind on yelling ears
May 2014 · 16.7k
tulip blooms
Richard j Heby May 2014
tulip blooms
pebbles cemented into sidewalk
we notice neither
Apr 2014 · 18.2k
reality
Richard j Heby Apr 2014
reality does not exist
in the mirror
Feb 2014 · 358
Untitled
Richard j Heby Feb 2014
the snow flakes could be
cherry blossoms falling soft
past my dark window 
Feb 2014 · 520
sonnet 02-11-14
Richard j Heby Feb 2014
The hopeless flower on the sidewalk grows
like any other hopeful flower would.
For those who pass, this hopeless flower shows
a sprig of hope in grey cement. She stood

on every corner waiting for love. He,
before he left, had whispered that she’d find
his love on the first corner she could see.
But she did not see love, so never mind

his lies. Are all just ploys of love truly
fair? The woman turned to stone still waiting
there for love to come to her. It crudely
sprouted on the sidewalk green and greying.

Though lonely, flowers on the street will yield
more looks of love than flowers in a field.
Jan 2014 · 459
haiku02
Richard j Heby Jan 2014
The fat sparrow sits
on a sparsely-leaved branch
behind a parking sign
Jan 2014 · 535
haiku01
Richard j Heby Jan 2014
My New York City feet
run too fast up subway stairs
for my haiku mind
Jan 2014 · 501
Haiku
Richard j Heby Jan 2014
in late morning
a man on the subway
in a light coat
Oct 2013 · 346
a question
Richard j Heby Oct 2013
“God,” I said, “what do you want me to do?”
“Child,” he said “whatever you want to do.”

“Satan,” I said, “what do you want me to do?”
“Child,” he said "whatever you want to do.”
Sep 2013 · 1.3k
For Lea
Richard j Heby Sep 2013
The city sits above your eyes,
in dark mascara strokes.
Your soft pink lips are chapped and tried
unglossed, and un-baroque.

The flowers of a garden’s growth
are painted on each iris.
The laughter and the sadness, both
are on your cheeks that i kiss.

Your body sparkles, freckles brushed
are baked in your warm skin.
A bellybutton slightly pushed
by God’s last touch, thumb pin.
Aug 2013 · 1.1k
Across Tic ... tac toe
Richard j Heby Aug 2013
I cannot fathom all my love for you.
Know, no knowledge of what's real is easy.
I try to give you all my heart in true;
will you accept my words, my heart, thus please me?

Not I, not you has all the answers now.
Marry! I cannot believe this passion:
you love and hate me with one heart but how?
For love is simple hate in simpler fashion.

You kiss me kindly, lacking any strength
(lack any vulnerability in that).
Kindness is not love to any length;
In love we're rarely kind. A lover's spat,

your bane--my kindle--falsely represents my
heart. Are we truthful when we fight; and why?
Jun 2013 · 768
flower seeds
Richard j Heby Jun 2013
you do not like my flowers: throw them out;
collect the scents of other brighter buds.
But flowerless, and powerless I pout
about my lack of flowers; lack of love.

I garden and I wait, but nothing grows.
Your soil doesn’t take to nourishment.
Though I can be the sun, or man that sows
the seed; but I can find no ground to plant.

My flowers come from far, or must be weeds,
exotic, or too normal burden seeds.

But who says weeds are not exotic plants—
that should not grow and should not stand a chance?

I should just drop my seeds and let them float
on any wind that cares enough to dote.
Jun 2013 · 348
Untitled
Richard j Heby Jun 2013
You are no flower but if I picked you
you’d bode unwell in this environment.
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