"hindenburg" poems
We live in a time of uncertainty
No jobs
Climate change
Mass killings
warnings of pandemics
Where is our utopia
where is our heaven on Earth
1900's we had
San Fransisco's earthquake
McKinley was assassinated
First Nobel prize
The Tunguska Event
nothing as changed in my eyes
1910's we had
Spanish flu
The sinking of the unsinkable ship, the Titanic
and World War 1
What else is needed to say about this decade
nothing changed as the human race lived on
1920's we had
Discovery of penicillin
The great depression
and prohibition
1930's we had
Bonnie and Clyde
Hindenburg disaster
Discovery of Pluto
Al Capone imprisoned
1940's we had
World War 2
Mount Rushmore completed
Big bang theory formulated
Israel founded
Nothing changed but who knew
1950's we had
Castro becomes Dictator of Cuba
Laika the dog goes into space
Korean War began
History never changed and neither will the Human Race
1960's we had
The rise of the Berlin wall
First man on the moon
Vietnam War
Nothing changed and won't any time soon
1970's we had
First test tube baby
Tangshan Earthquake
Kent state shootings
Elvis died
1980's we had
Chernobyl
Tiananmen square massacre
Exxon oil spill
Nothing changed and never will
1990's we had
Oklahoma city bombing
Princess Diana died
Columbine massacre
World Trade Center bombed
End of the Cold War
2000's we had
Hurricane Katrina
Pluto reclassified
Obama elected
September 11th
2010's we had
Haiti Earthquake
Japan Earthquake
Bin Laden killed
BP oil spill
England riots
Brazil riots
China banned time travel.
We're only 4 years in.
**** sapiens are nearly 200,000 years old
nothing changed
and never will
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 6:07 AM UTC
Hanging out new to the scene
So often wonder what that means
As I sit in front of the world's screen
Started in on ...Googling
I typed in a single word
Pressed enter for the Google search
Took me down the path absurd
Where all the lines were blurred
From there I ventured off the path
Wish I'd known there's no turning back
Marveled at the knowledge that I lack
Like how to whittle your own baseball bat
Just in case you're wondering
Midgets don't melt in the rain
Who doesn't think that that's insane
As I dive deeper into Googling
The art of bathing a Hindu rat
Skinning a two-headed Siamese cat
The taking of the perfect nap
Standing up while keeping your lap intact
How to delicately pierce a Rhino's ear
Dressing up then down a deer
50 different ways a man can cheer
While toasting his favorite Micro beer
Abstract art using cotton *****
How to paint between the lines on paisley walls
Teaching Yankees how the South says ya'll
Lost episodes of the show called Lost
Food served upon the world's menus
Even specialties from Timbuktu
Why the sea is green and the sky is blue
As my googling madness continues
More artwork this time with the jam of toes
How to pick your friends but never your friend's nose
Cleaning of the house without a stitch of clothes
The whole time being careful with the vacuum hose
80's Hairbands I used to like
That now know what bald feels like
Making a homemade Hindenburg kite
One that lands this time
How to handle midlife like a man
Taking a survey of what you could have been
Raising Spider Monkey's in the comfort of your den
As I keep on Googling
I now find myself Googling out in front
As I'm Googling from behind
Googling up as I'm Googling down
To the left and to the right
I've learned how to gargle Google
That's a well known Google fact
And if you don't believe me
You can even Google that
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:33 PM UTC
I draw on lilac cigars
through my mask
so her journey in neon stays
safely as a highlight
in gas filtered clouds
the faulty starter judders the light
flora scented
and in the flickering clouds
an attempt at landing
reveals her girdle red
in a flash of steely eyes
and suddenly mine were blinded
just as she rubbed against the dark
combing her strands wildly apart
she shook blonde roots and brunettes alike
I'm a sucker for hair turned hydrogen
peroxide mixed with air to make stars
startling amidst malefactory dye
metal booms swung away at each other
in the distance
building her model oxygen tanks
for pin up flower cuttings
and garlands on picket fences
she kissed the ground
and I gas peddled
a stomp on the glowing end
to the stub
only to drop like a skeleton
with lead hands
to follow any seeds
******* burnt rain
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
Sitting in a chair counting spots that passed before my eyes.
The insect smiled and said "hold still" i missed one.
They swirl this way and that.
dont move Please. be still.
Not an easy task
a fever of 104.2
could you. I think that I shall never see
a poem lovely as a tree.
Sitting on my blanketed chest
The insect did his best to sing me a lullaby.
his breath was horrendous but he meant well.
He stroked my burning cheek and
changed the cool washcloth regularly
on my aching head.
Then turned my pillow to the cool side again.
There my friend.
He scuttled under with me and snuggled
his hairy legs were itchy and rough.
small price to pay.
eh wot.
Oh yes we have no bananas
We have no bananas today.
Captain if we keep pushing her like this
she's gonna blow.
We regret to inform you that
the price of tea in China is now
High as gas in California.
Chicken broth he brought
with a silver spoon to boot
The insect waited patiently
as I swallowed then spooned
the next load in.
"Here let me wipe you chin."
Ladies and gentlemen and all ships at see
The Hindenburg has landed
oh the humanity.
This is not the end
No not the beginning of the end.
But more, the end of the beginning.
Help me up Mr Checks. I think I gotta ***
Oops forgot to raise the lid.
Mr Checks. Can you have room service come up.
we need more Trowels. Uh towels.
Stop hogging the remote. Where's mom
Have you seen my Teddy with one eye missing.
To bed to bed
You sleepy head .
Tarry a while said slow.
Put the *** said greedy glut
Lets stuff before we go .
Mr Checks.
All hands on deck.
We dont have enough lifeboats sir.
The iceberg is sky blue and beautiful dont you agree.
What do you do with a drunken sailor
early in the morning.
Heave ** and up she rises
Early in the morning.
THIS FEVERISH DREAM TO BE CONTINUED.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 11:49 AM UTC
i saw the hindenburg disaster unfold from my penthouse apartment
a real man doesn't drink before noon but
a fifth and two cigarettes made me see more clearly
i know the truth
i saw it happen
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
No amount of preparation can get
me ready for your leaving here
I thought my mind was all set
emotions in check, or so my heart
was told. But since you walked out
with temporary good-byes and bags in hand
this terrible mind let loose this feeling of doubt
this feeling of hurt, sadness, longing
Knowing that you will come right back
If Uncle Sam would only let you try
then my heart wouldn't lose track
When we talk it's short, but not sweet
I know you'll be back but the questions arise
Will you still remember the feelings,
Are you still mine? Or am I in for a surprise?
I know the answers, but the thoughts still come
unannounced, uninvited, unveiling
the reality of my mental state, this outcome
should not be happening, I was prepared,
steeled, ready, to ship you off for your tour
You were gone two minutes, and I want you
in my arms one last time, before the memory is sour
I can't sleep in your absence, as hard as I try
because in my sleep you are right here
sleeping at my side
Insomnia, you're my enemy, so come right in
and Worry, you're unwanted, so sit and lets drink
These beers aren't easing like I hoped this binge
would ease the unbearable weight, I suddenly feel
with my soul in the Hindenburg, and my heart the Titanic
I feel let down, destroyed, but I know in my mind
that you are coming back, so I should not panic
If I send you a card, would you smile at the thought?
If I send you a letter, would you read it over again?
Or if I send you a picture would you hold near to your heart?
I feel I know the answer, just as before
but is it really possible to understand
and to know that for sure
I want you back here, so bad it seems
that this pen as taken control
I may have gotten carried away in my ramblings
but I don't care, this is all I've got
I love you, my dear sweetheart
come quickly if you can
I've swept up whats left of my heart
And I'm holding it together the best I can
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 6:48 AM UTC
In the fall there were two of them. Wild animals, I mean. New driver's licenses of shiny, longways plastic and long limbs that hadn't filled out yet. She was filling out her Freeburg High School T-shirt pretty well he thought. He was taking it off her innocent body in the parking lot. After the lights at the football field shut off and she kept drawing monstrous hearts on the fogged up windows in the back seat of a car it was almost as if she could let it all go. Hardly thinking about him at all as his hand slid under her waistband and she woke up as he was fumbling with a ****** wrapper. How awkward, she thought, to be a teenage boy with a ***** how tragic, not knowing how to handle a latex balloon when you have it. Like the Hindenburg, she thought we're both going to die some day so it might as well be an explosion and I might as well put on a show for it. She could feel his heart beat in his ***** the way that nobody talks about it and she laughed a little at their nakedness and it was tinny in the climate of their hot breath. I love you, she said.
As if it would change anything anyway.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
Una vívida y terrorífica alucinación
me repito, tiritando de miedo
desde el centro de la sala
atravesado por el gélido
arpón de la gravedad.
Vamos flotando, por encima de
los campos de verdes acres
contemplado la geometría perfecta
de la pitagórica ciudad vegetal
Sobre una inmaculada orbe de papel
nos precipitamos hacia el vacío,
las formas y contornos del mundo
quedan grabadas en la difusa
calma oceánica de nuestras retinas
Y una multitud,
de acerbos rostros flemáticos
nos da la bienvenida.
Cual diminutas ánimas secretas,
se agrupan en curiosos adarmes,
la sombra que cruza el Atlántico
ofusca sus vidas entre cenizas
Ahogados bajo las llamas
elevan ampollas de fuego
en cada nota y en cada suspiro,
oímos sirenas cantar
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
They told me to wait,
So wait I did,
Until weeks turned into months turned into years.
Then she came along
And I said, 'fuck it.'
Worst time to be so flippant.
The result was a three year roller coaster ride
That ended like the Hindenburg.
Nice.
Next, I turned to the nocturnal comforts,
Selecting hour-long companionship
With a click of the mouse
That ends with the closing of the window
Tossing of the damp tissues in the bin
And stepping out for a smoke,
With Jay Chou crooning in my ear
Singing of love new and lost.
Closing my eyes
My memory summons my gramps.
Those Japanese devils
My grandfather would tell me,
Lighting up another Marlboro
Before launching into another rambling tirade
About the misery of post-war China.
*I'll ******* **** you if you get with one--
Disown you, even.*
Rest his soul.
Does Maria Ozawa count, gramps?
Would you **** me
Or give me a high-five?
(I'd get smacked for being insolent.)
Bamboo switch in hand
Grandma would sit me down
And tell me how they used to fight over sewer rats
With other refugees for dinner.
Grandma, you'd shake your head
If I tell you about the rats
I have to work with
On a daily basis.
Your move.
(Oh wait, you're dead.)
The wisdom of my forefathers
Fossilized in ancient Chinese tomes
Extolling the virtues of patience
There are gem fragments to be found in the waiting.
One perfects oneself as one waits
For the time to ripen.
Life passing you by
Is naught but an illusion.
In the meantime
I've resigned myself
To wherever the mercurial turns of life
Take me.
I'm happy with the status quo.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
I was never her air-balloon
she was always deflating my
words that never took off.
I was grounded never reaching
higher than she wanted me to rise.
My rope that I tried to release,
was tied down with her negative
weight that was pulling me down.
I was grounded never reaching
higher than she wanted me to rise.
I was the Hindenburg,
she was the static that ignited me..
burning my dreams to ashes on scorched earth...
I was grounded never reaching
higher than she wanted me to rise.
I thought she was an angel, but she was
the devil bringing me lower than I'd
sank before. Could I sink lower than her.
I was grounded never reaching
higher than she wanted me to rise.
But she thought she rose higher till I deflated
her with home truths.
Now I'm free floating higher now the weight
of my past is released.
I was never afraid to reach new heights
and now I'll float further now I'm free...
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
Pink balloon lungs are
blown to full elastic capacity.
Moody wraiths of smoke
plume and spiral unconcerned
against the rubber textured confines.
My lungs float and drift;
ever curious about physics
heightened atmospheres
oppressive gravity.
Wispy questions snake
out on each of my exhales
like barely there whispers.
They ask about Hindenburg’s disaster
cruelty expressed between man
broken laws in today’s society
moral codes of conduct
and lost lighters.
Cloudy answers gust
through his every breath
like a counterweight.
His lungs held answers
Mine held questions.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
lets do drugs,
I want throw my mind to rot, lets find the incomplete sentences.
Complete them
whole heartily with abrupt anticipated humor,
and laugh like banshees
Ill spit in the pot-plant and grin at the first syllable
I'l Furget how to sPell,
and gurgle at the slurs I carve into the page
slow it down, back it up and take a hit
lines like slit wrists I've forgotten how to sleep,
that's the new one right? sleep? Tramadol, codeine and a line of melatonin to get me going?
some uppers followed by some downers
watch me crash and burn , I'll die brighter then the Hindenburg and 10 times higher then that **** box ever got I will make you anticipate my agony,
I will watch you suffer in my delights,
look at me stumble
on
down
god send me a GPS I've lost my path,
squatting under a pine tree like a bad Christmas present taking my hits
like a heavy weight
and just like weights ill sink
to the bottom of this cesspool I've dug
down
down
down
down
oh
so far down...
I'm going to crash
I'm falling off my high
I've found the edge where my lines blur
and i see the way there looking at me
while I'm lost in headphones spewing gold into my ears
the bass vibrates my bones Christ I'm going down
so watch me
because I"m going to burn brighter
then anyone
then anything
you've ever seen before
watch me grin as I burn up
And throw yourself onto my bonfire
LG
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
Sara and Stephen were of a marked race,
living at the wrong time, and in the wrong place.
When ****** took power, they eased each other’s fears.
“Germany is civilized, It can’t happen here.”
When the Chancellor railed against gypsies and Jews
“ He’s just playing politics” was their commonsense view.
Yet hatred took root; the brown shirts had free run
And the voters had cause to rue what they had done.
****** came for their guns and they meekly complied.
Few then thought to resist the strong onrushing tide.
“The Police will protect us, Sara, my dear.”
“This is Beethoven’s birthplace; it can’t happen here.”
Those were very hard times, the worst we ever saw.
Rich Jews were resented for the furs that they wore.
“They cost us the war, they are traitors, it’s clear.”
“Sara, don’t worry, it can’t happen here.”
The foes of this Chancellor disappeared in the night
And he started to speak of a thousand year *****
He censored the newspapers; both Left and Right.
And glass littered the streets one November night.
With Hindenburg dead, who was there left to stand?
Who had will to resist that warped little man?
Perves wore Triangles, Juden wore stars
Both lost their rights under Germany’s laws.
Sara and Stephen were loaded, like freight,
on a train bound for Dachau by command of the State.”
I’m sure we’ll be freed, Sara, my dear.”
We’re a civilized race, this can’t happen here.”
Stephen worked as a slave but at least stayed alive.
He was freed by the Russians in May, Forty five.
Sara, his wife, had a far crueler fate;
She was sent to the showers by the Nazi’s mandate.
Back in Berlin, Stephen saw with his own eyes
that the “Thousand year ***** was a tissue of lies
First pillaged by brown shirts, then bombed in the war
Stephen thought” This isn’t home anymore.”
Now Stephen is old, living here in the States.
He looks with dismay at these two candidates.
It seems like a nightmare he lived through before.
A crisis is coming and there will be war.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
Going down in a violent flame,
Hindenburg is this loves name,
Everything finally seemed so right,
Lying together in love every night,
Dancing in the heavens in the sun,
The blossoming of true love had finally begun,
Aloft and reaching cruising hight,
Everything about you seemed so right,
Then in a flash the burning had ensued,
My boundless trust became subdued,
Volatile clouds choked the life from me,
I lost sight of the horizon and all that would be,
The final moments if destruction looming,
The rose of our love was artificially booming,
Consumed by the fire you lit with one match,
I must let go and not let my heart attach,
For now I through scorched eyes,
Everything you pledged were glaring lies,
And now in my final moments I'm falling,
Crashing and burning, death comes, heaven is calling.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
If you think about it,
being angry all the time is
a pretty great loophole
if you don't want to put in the
effort of growing up,
all you have to do is
react
react
react
to whatever is going on around you
and while the rest of the world moves
and creates and forges forward into
eternity,
you will be left behind
with the Hindenburg
and Herostratus
trying to burn
and you can't tell what's accidental anymore
only knowing that the fire hurts like hell
and ain't nobody around to give you water.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 2:25 AM UTC
We could have been a united front
but my brothers were on a **** hunt
trying to gets some young yum yum
and my sisters were lamenting
demented exes who left them,
young ladies obsessing over men
who were possessing less then
normal mental facilities,
mundane male brains unable to calculate
the value of the love they rejected
leaving both sexes so distracted.
We could have been a united front
but you went and knighted ****
to become your new favorite leader;
Put poison in the bird feeder
so you could watch the mockingbird
fly off and die from the **** you fed her
burning up as she swallowed self respect
and turned it into a Hindenburg ego.
Goat gut got blown the **** up
so instead of a united front
we got homicide by mental castration
a nation racing to debase men
who pursue scientific truths.
Instead of science you use
Astrology, Numerology, Yahweh
And Buddha
praying all day to Allah
but the real spiritual leaders
are your specialty shoppers
and the divide gets deeper.
Instead of together we splinter
Leaving little wooden bits in the parts
that were supposed to unite minds and heart.
We could have had a united front,
but you were out trying to buy more stuff
playing Pokémon Go and you didn’t know,
while you were leveling up digital creatures
our human lot was getting slower
fat bloated cattle walking into the roads and off cliffs,
driving into parked cars, or just barely getting missed.
We could have been a united front
but you botched it, wrecked that ****
with one perfect hit you blew it
trying to buy new things
to cover up the depths you are missing
hoping something shiny will blind you.
Now you are whining “what did I do?”
But we already lost.
We could have had a united front.
Now you ask how;
Had your time to change the world
but that time has passed,
so there are no more united fronts.
There is just six billion plus people
looking for their path to consumer greatness.
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC