"hillcrest" poems
Make a call on your horn
and let the world know
Hillcrest is now Dullsville
Where mommies Ride SUV's
And shop in their Gym attire
Diamond rings and expensive hair
I just gotta be better
Mountain Biking Breakfasts
Micropenis and big fat wallets
Kauai food ******
Plantations *******
For sure this **** ain't The crest I knew
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
There the three mates below the simultaneous dirt
in foggy hour,
Sunday stir
Bird chirp beyond the leafless limbs
Burnt paper masks around the leaflet scene
Awash the winter weighted storm, a propeller-sound
rumbles the bumbled air
a hum-drum conundrum drumming engine from the cloud
a hum in the back pocket
at once I am looking up
unfamiliar craft
"who is it?"
knocks at the pod bay door
a small shape, splasmatic
falls beyond hillcrest into grey
f la sh
all is gone
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC
You were there
underneath strange elevators and
London's tragedy made the news
I don't know what to say but
I guess it doesn't matter now does it
(Hillcrest Park's ethereal flow catches the blue room
and makes my cheeks warm)
We cleared the air,
we didn't but we did.
"What have you been up to?"
"Ah, just keeping around"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah"
The voices across the hall a blur behind the door
I
barefoot
walked down the steps/
into the bathroom/
looked into the mirror/
told myself that I was myself/
I still need that reassurance.
Melody melody melody
melody melody
in the skull
it's a calm sound and a violent feeling
I've been kinda sad about it all day now.
(Laying there
the room has vanished)
mute the flower screaming from the television
and love's been paused again
for Summer months.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
Watch the cars cross Hillcrest and Hoden'. Seeing the world and living life has always had its fortunes. Believing the light to crawl and make your way to foreign shores, we never catch ourselves sleeping during every waking moment.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
It's a dark day in the city tonight,
no one wants to share a light,
no one wants to keep me from the cold.
Think I'll go down to Old Hillcrest Ridge and sleep underneath the bridge, and listen to my body getting old. It's Christmas Eve.
~DOC~
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC