#holler - Hello Poetry

The last letter you sent to me simply read, "Z" as if you wanted me to see it was too hard for you to complete my name, even after everything, still, you can't even press it with a Bic into some Hammermill So, what can't they see? The last letter you sent to me read like a eulogy for the woman you were The praise was put on pretty thick By your description anyone else would see me as biohazard, medical waste, another toxic taste, highly addictive, overwhelming, an overall detriment to your mental health So, what can't they see? Lover from another over moment, what can't they see? Doesn't matter how I conduct myself, certain ears listen to certain mouths regardless of the content, or the timing There's been a Jean-Claude in pink since the beginning, sitting in the trees taking notes, waiting for the moment I reveal something petty and honest in a rare moment of our honesty Feel free to rake up my mistakes If you want to do us both, anata, we'll need a bigger ******* rake So, what can't they see? Lover from another over moment, what can't they see?

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Oct 5, 2017

Oct 5, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC

ZeroNine

The Holler, Cacophony: Last Letters (Biohazard)

The last letter you sent to me simply read, "Z" as if you wanted me to see it was too hard for you to complete my name, even after everything, still, you can't even press it with a Bic into some Hammermill So, what can't they see? The last letter you sent to me read like a eulogy for the woman you were The praise was put on pretty thick By your description anyone else would see me as biohazard, medical waste, another toxic taste, highly addictive, overwhelming, an overall detriment to your mental health So, what can't they see? Lover from another over moment, what can't they see? Doesn't matter how I conduct myself, certain ears listen to certain mouths regardless of the content, or the timing There's been a Jean-Claude in pink since the beginning, sitting in the trees taking notes, waiting for the moment I reveal something petty and honest in a rare moment of our honesty Feel free to rake up my mistakes If you want to do us both, anata, we'll need a bigger ******* rake So, what can't they see? Lover from another over moment, what can't they see?

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There was a time you'd find its untidy nest at the top of the lot in the front room of apartment zero nine Then, miles down time's treadmill the creature first took notice, took a look at its surroundings said, "My world's color could be described as, and called, shame." It split itself in half The legs grew a head The torso grew wings While the grounded body kept vigil, kept the common company of rapists, liars, and thieves, the winged being pushed off the Earth, never to return to shame as an ape with one short face, but as a thing with a thousand names.

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Oct 3, 2017

Oct 3, 2017 at 6:26 PM UTC

ZeroNine

The Holler, Cacophony: The Thing with a Thousand Names

There was a time you'd find its untidy nest at the top of the lot in the front room of apartment zero nine Then, miles down time's treadmill the creature first took notice, took a look at its surroundings said, "My world's color could be described as, and called, shame." It split itself in half The legs grew a head The torso grew wings While the grounded body kept vigil, kept the common company of rapists, liars, and thieves, the winged being pushed off the Earth, never to return to shame as an ape with one short face, but as a thing with a thousand names.

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I need rent, but how am I supposed to get it paid with a grand total of eight people in town? I need space to celebrate my first taste of a private place, but even as I dance for quarters - dollar bills at best - I hear Mr. Delaney's footsteps, feel his molester's breath dancing like a hot hand with its fingers to piano keys from my shoulders to where my skull sits on my neck! His hands on my neck - I hate this hole, this holler, Cacophony I'm seeing dreams smash, firsthand, seeing me swinging hammer His hands on my neck - I hate this hole, this holler, Cacophony, but not like the life I left behind! what I left behind, what I left behind grows colds, grows overhead, grows on me, grows close, so close to the light that I lose the light and grow cold, no friends, no room for remorse, just four walls, hole of black creeping mold, a fine home to settle in, to hate what I left behind, love I left behind, whole worlds away. I'm home in this cacophony.

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Sep 30, 2017

Sep 30, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC

ZeroNine

The Holler, Cacophony: Kisses from Cacophony

I need rent, but how am I supposed to get it paid with a grand total of eight people in town? I need space to celebrate my first taste of a private place, but even as I dance for quarters - dollar bills at best - I hear Mr. Delaney's footsteps, feel his molester's breath dancing like a hot hand with its fingers to piano keys from my shoulders to where my skull sits on my neck! His hands on my neck - I hate this hole, this holler, Cacophony I'm seeing dreams smash, firsthand, seeing me swinging hammer His hands on my neck - I hate this hole, this holler, Cacophony, but not like the life I left behind! what I left behind, what I left behind grows colds, grows overhead, grows on me, grows close, so close to the light that I lose the light and grow cold, no friends, no room for remorse, just four walls, hole of black creeping mold, a fine home to settle in, to hate what I left behind, love I left behind, whole worlds away. I'm home in this cacophony.

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She said, "Hello. You look like **** I said, "To what do I owe this. . . this compliment?" A double whiskey on the house I said, "Fine with me, I always take the first one free." "But you've been here all night," she said, "In fact every single night this week." Hope stands monstrous in the door Can't tell if it's as it is or if it's my eyes swimming Memory's a funny thing, because from what I remember I never was a drunk Just everyone on dad and grandpa's side Cruising all the way up the line Now, reflection's come to cast proper shadow 'cross my heart in clouded mirrors with lights off I outsmart the faint voice No hands, ******* in the dark

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC

ZeroNine

The Holler, Cacophony: ******* in the Dark

She said, "Hello. You look like **** I said, "To what do I owe this. . . this compliment?" A double whiskey on the house I said, "Fine with me, I always take the first one free." "But you've been here all night," she said, "In fact every single night this week." Hope stands monstrous in the door Can't tell if it's as it is or if it's my eyes swimming Memory's a funny thing, because from what I remember I never was a drunk Just everyone on dad and grandpa's side Cruising all the way up the line Now, reflection's come to cast proper shadow 'cross my heart in clouded mirrors with lights off I outsmart the faint voice No hands, ******* in the dark

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I see a fat kid, twenty eight and aging A welfare old kid, casting sideways eyes At store front windows to make sure S/he's getting smaller, to take up less space This is a small place, we cook in snake oil A young, self-assured place, still fitting graves Even the sun shines on this necrotic fixation Everyone lives in maudlin infatuation I am neither, born of the expanse in-between Shrink, Tiny aspirations, that's us! Shrink, Shrink with me into the night in the land of rolling holes Six feet, at least, sweet destiny sweeps sooner, so soon Shrink, Tiny aspirations, that's us! Shrink, Shrink with me into the night behind the day, in the land of thick lipstick over genocide

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Sep 28, 2017

Sep 28, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC

ZeroNine

The Holler, Cacophony: Slum-it Junk Rat (A Love Song)

I see a fat kid, twenty eight and aging A welfare old kid, casting sideways eyes At store front windows to make sure S/he's getting smaller, to take up less space This is a small place, we cook in snake oil A young, self-assured place, still fitting graves Even the sun shines on this necrotic fixation Everyone lives in maudlin infatuation I am neither, born of the expanse in-between Shrink, Tiny aspirations, that's us! Shrink, Shrink with me into the night in the land of rolling holes Six feet, at least, sweet destiny sweeps sooner, so soon Shrink, Tiny aspirations, that's us! Shrink, Shrink with me into the night behind the day, in the land of thick lipstick over genocide

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My heart was mine in day til night She came and stole my life In cold, beneath streetlight In her leather and jeans Like she knew just what She wanted, and she did I'm glad the innocence At first kept back the fiery truth That you were so much like me That I was much like you Or else I'd not have stolen yours, too

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Sep 18, 2017

Sep 18, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC

ZeroNine

The Holler, Cacophony: Sadists and Thieves

My heart was mine in day til night She came and stole my life In cold, beneath streetlight In her leather and jeans Like she knew just what She wanted, and she did I'm glad the innocence At first kept back the fiery truth That you were so much like me That I was much like you Or else I'd not have stolen yours, too

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Happy Holidays and happy make her holler days Spreading the holiday cheer By being naughty this year That's what Santa feared the most.

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Nov 26, 2015

Nov 26, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC

peter-r-hamilton

Holler Days

Happy Holidays and happy make her holler days Spreading the holiday cheer By being naughty this year That's what Santa feared the most.

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Raised in a holler Down the dusty road Faith is above me Set in so bold Barely a stitch Ragged and worn No shoes no matter Sad faced and scorn Bread and a morsel Pa in the field Keep food on the table Passing the meal Keeping us strong Family of eight Ma is the concrete Loving no hate Chores do we plenty Days long for sure Tired but kind Living is pure We are be it simple No complaining or whine Thinking as one Respectful and kind So down in the holler Time moves on slow Poor is our way Family is home

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Nov 15, 2014

Nov 15, 2014 at 5:35 AM UTC

silent-screams

In the Holler

Raised in a holler Down the dusty road Faith is above me Set in so bold Barely a stitch Ragged and worn No shoes no matter Sad faced and scorn Bread and a morsel Pa in the field Keep food on the table Passing the meal Keeping us strong Family of eight Ma is the concrete Loving no hate Chores do we plenty Days long for sure Tired but kind Living is pure We are be it simple No complaining or whine Thinking as one Respectful and kind So down in the holler Time moves on slow Poor is our way Family is home

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