"hollis" poems
The names I would give if I had 26 sons.
Abel
Benjamin
Conway
Darth
Evan (After my nephew)
Fabian
Garth
Hollis (My dad)
Joey (My brother)
Isaac (My grandfather)
Kent
Lemuel
Matthew
Nathaniel
Othniel
Paul
Quinton
Richard (My middle name)
Sandage (My grandmother’s maiden name)
Terry (My name)
Uzziah
Val
William (My great grandfather)
X (One of my favorite wrestlers was Doctor X)
Yale
Zacchaeus
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
He was my medicine.
When I wasn't at home.
But I wasn't sick.
So, then I was alone.
Ashes to a s h e s we fell down.
Then you came out of the broken ground.
This is the start of something new,
When you charm me with your wit.
The beaches roll into stranger tides,
And I'm ready to sail it.
Feeling your hands on my skin,
I found a place I've wanted.
For so long.
You kiss my lips,
And my nose,
And protect me from the cold.
There isn't a trace of a thing I wouldn't do for you
Because you have the voice of an angel.
My chest felt fierce with fire when you kissed my lips,
I pushed back with fear.
"I'm not one of those who can feel. I'm rotten ruins."
You smiled and said, "You amaze me, over and over again."
I don't know what our future holds,
But I will be there with wide eyes and an open heart.
Because, I'm drowning in your ocean eyes,
And you amaze me too.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 11:13 AM UTC
"You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she" needs
Ole Hollis Brown, "picked poor robin clean"
Oh Hollis Brown, wicked door robbing seen
"I’m a hustling **** that’s just what I am"
I’m a wayward boon, acting on a righteous plan
"Hollis Brown, he lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children and his cabin broken down"
"There’s seven breezes-a-blowin"
All around the cabin door
There’s seven breezes-a- blowin"
Knocking down the cabin door
His wife was a wonder, "she’s nobody’s child
The law can’t touch her at all."
Life went asunder, the marriage went wild,
The law can’t touch her at all
The gypsy’s hide, directed on order
"With god on their side", waiting at the property border
A sign signals advance
Wife departing after a nod and glance
There sat Hollis Brown, in his cabin on the outside of town,
Without his wife, holding his five children, in a cabin burning down
"She’s got everything she need’s, she’s an artist, she don’t look back
She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daylight black
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween buy her a trumpet
And for Christmas, get her a drum"
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
Jamin Hollis has her residence in The Garden.
In The Garden, in the bloated blocks of Transit Town.
Behind the day shelter, beside the corner store.
Across the parking lot of the thrift shop.
Beyond the fluorescence of the pharmacy.
Right there, just a hop and a skip from the trains.
Right there, just a scoot from the bus barn.
Jamin Hollis is a rampant ***** and she needs,
she needs to die.
Jamin Hollis is a rampant ***** and indeed,
she'll die tonight.
Wait for the streetlights to dot the immediate sky.
Most of them are dead or flickering in the blocks.
Wait for the junk rats to leave for the metro line.
Most of them are dead or flickering.
If any open eyes remain on the sidelines, take a breath.
Collect your nerve and toss a penny on the pavement.
The eyes will blind to the shine and they will prostrate.
Bow with a force enough to imbed gravel in the forehead.
Jamin Hollis is a rampant ***** and she needs,
she needs to die.
Jamin Hollis is a rampant ***** and indeed,
she'll die tonight.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC