A Dead Armed Pitcher is Not Yet a Man
The path of a pitched baseball can be curv or sl ing urv ing tnarrow or a l lcutt n ing or k u arc's ckl the f ing bends a the wind l lslid ing or drop p ing like a sick stomach having just reached the top of a rollercoaster ride that screams like a rocket until the bottom falls out of it and comes to the most sudden stop
Instead of throwing the ball like any of thatI throw it right down the middleas hard as I canMy ass is handed to me in front of an audience
I grunt when I throw because they asked me tobecause if I don’t they’ll ask why I didn’tbecause they thought it would add a couple miles per hourto my cartoonishly slow and extremely hittable deliveriesThe other kid grunts back as he slaps a loud smack The crowd roars because our team is away and they are safe at homeWe’re 13 years old, I suckedI got roughed up on the usualbut our team had no reliable bullpenso they left me in to soak up the remaining inningsuntil the 10-run rule arrived, the rule of mercy
― Karl Malone, Sunday, 9 January 2022 18:55 (two years ago) link
Pool
Movies on black and white tvs in barroomsFred Astaire smiles and a man plays a fluteI was watching him dance in a musical on mute
When a coquette with a curly qsticks three quarters into a table which removesa stop inside of it and prompts sixteen balls to click together as they roll down a slope to her waiting hands
If I’ve seen it twenty times here, I’ll see it againbut I’ve never anything resembling thisshe takes the 6 ball and puts it in one coat pocketthe 4 ball is flipped up in the air as the 9 ball is touching the floor and now it seems like everyone’s staring at her
Cue ball in her left hand, 8 ball in her rightthe green felt under the hanging billiard lighttinted with oranges and yellows and grime
She wound up like a pitcher in the bottom of the 9thlike an old-timey pitcher with the long-winded wind-upWe all saw where she was aiming and where this was going
He started running toward the door when she finally launched itwhere his body had been only a second beforethe mirror exploded and the shattered glass scattered quickas his shadow was seen down the corridorShe grabbed the coat he left behind and walked outsidewith a flick of a cigarette
Later that night as the owner cleaned up and grumbled about the cost of pool ball replacementsthere was something that caught my eyea clear view to the sky, ripped through the ceilingthe size of a cue ball, when did she make that happenwhat else does she make happeni’ll take a manhattanshe paid less than a dollar to make things plainthat’s a good deal in most centuries
― Karl Malone, Sunday, 9 January 2022 22:44 (two years ago) link
You lads <3
― Urbandn hope all ye who enter here (dog latin), Sunday, 9 January 2022 23:32 (two years ago) link
Oh you're "on the spectrum"?We're all on the "spectrum" that's what makes it a spectrumBut some of us use it as a synonymFor "I Act The Dick On The Internet"
Some of us get pennies threwed at our headIn those horrific high school corridorsBut (bosie up, I'll give you a callback)You can feed your family off the subsequent coins
No, we don't use that termIt's ugly, pointed, dismal and tawdryDon't listen to me, a Doctor will tell youBut that doesn't appear on your 5 year plan
It's like Peel saidon first play of New PuritanIF YOU THINK IT'S ABOUT YOU... IT'S ABOUT YOULet's just go back to bed
― Aberdeen Thugs Kiss All Visiting Fans (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 10 January 2022 01:14 (two years ago) link
6 years into my 5 year plan, and I'm not where I said I'd beSo I live my life in Comic Sans, a forced attempt at levity
3 years on this sofa and still haven't got no sleepBut I live my life in Papyrus, cus I'm ~mystical and deep~
Had my eyes closed when you wrote that note, but I took a sneaky peekTry to live my life in Futura, up to date and somewhat sleek
So next time you need to move your shit just give me a shoutI'm whatever font but Sans Serif, nae fucking about
― Aberdeen Thugs Kiss All Visiting Fans (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 10 January 2022 01:35 (two years ago) link
Sorry, that one is pretty bad, closer to a party game than a poem, but this is a safe space, right?
― Aberdeen Thugs Kiss All Visiting Fans (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 10 January 2022 01:37 (two years ago) link
I wrote a poem about my REDACTED but then it seemed too TW-ish to post so I replaced every use of the word REDACTED with REDACTED and now it seems creepily sexual? But in a humorous way so here yis go:
There is no honour in this townBut there are a lot of REDACTEDmostly plastic, yellow and blackhow can I respect you with that toy in your hand?
My REDACTED was my father's REDACTEDMaybe his father's REDACTED before? I dunno, we don't speakThe REDACTED is my father now
Stanley 99E, for whatever that's worthOne side half decayed, but then increasingly shinyAt the top end, rubbed by my fingersAs I grasp it in my pocket
The other side, only the tip is burnishedWhere my thumb residesThe knife hides secretly as I listen to your tiresome anecdoteWaiting for the bigoted punchline
My brother visited my motherWhipped out his REDACTED, to prove he's a big manI just stood back, smirkedKnowing I had the superior REDACTED
And when I sleep tonightI shall hold the cat against my chestBut the REDACTED will be in reachJust in case
It resides on the other side of the bedVacant, except for the REDACTEDBut the REDACTED's presence reassures meBecause I live in REDACTEDTOWN
― Aberdeen Thugs Kiss All Visiting Fans (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 10 January 2022 03:03 (two years ago) link
Fuck I missed one
― Aberdeen Thugs Kiss All Visiting Fans (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 10 January 2022 03:05 (two years ago) link
Better:
The other side, only the tip is burnishedWhere my thumb residesThe REDACTED hides secretly as I listen to your tiresome anecdoteWaiting for the bigoted punchline
My brother visited my motherWhipped out his REDACTED, to prove he's a big manI just stood back, smirkedKnowing I had the superior REDACTEDAnd when I sleep tonightI shall hold the cat against my chestBut the REDACTED will be in reachJust in case
― Aberdeen Thugs Kiss All Visiting Fans (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 10 January 2022 03:07 (two years ago) link
And that time somehow I deleted a verse break, but I'm not pasting it thirdwise
― Aberdeen Thugs Kiss All Visiting Fans (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 10 January 2022 03:09 (two years ago) link
I’m out of milk, out of butter, and eggsBut I don’t think I’ll be headed to the supermarket todayI‘ve eaten and smoked, I’m partly dressedI haven’t washed the dishes yetI’ll be broke soon if I can’t sell somethingand I just broke another french pressit fell with a cracking splash into the sinkas I closed a kitchen cabinetMy pointy elbows poked it off the ledgeI’ve been making a lot of clumsy accidentsand it all started after I started wearing glassesnow I have three plastic plungers and zero carafes
― Karl Malone, Friday, 14 January 2022 17:05 (two years ago) link
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can someone tell Batman why not?!?
Why he can't luv Batgurl? Why can't he luv Batgurl? What's wrong with luving Batgurl?
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― The 25 Best Songs Ever Ranked In Order (Deflatormouse), Monday, 17 January 2022 02:09 (two years ago) link
There was a quiet family in a crooked landand a series of bad hands which came to surround themThey lived within a kind of bewildermentbut thought they were outside of itOne day the heavy fog fell on their porch at dusk
They were watching the oranges and bluesand noting the range of lavender hues on viewbut mostly they were listeningto cicada waves piling up on each other picking up the patterns in their rhythms andgetting their whole story and then somethe decayed phrases phasing and fading in and outpapering over the seams of the loopso there are no beginnings andno endings
only an old dog’s tail which keeps wagging every which way smelling like wet grass shavingsCome and get it while it’s still hotA person that never really wasTheir family lives on the corner of a blockYou might find near the end of the bookas a form of epiloguewhen the rising tension has been resolvedwhen the plot no longer thickensThey see their friends and warmly thank themIt’s as cold as the dickens out there, isn’t itI guess some things never change, do theyThese are the ones we come home tothe ones who have been missing usThat’s the story we like to tell ourselvesnot how it really was
The quiet part has been said quite loudlyCan we roll the credits now?Can we hear an old favorite in a new arrangement?We know something’s wrongbut we don’t have the same explanation for itbut do we have to have the same explanation?I remember when we didDo we at least agree that the sun has gone downNobody says anythingWe could all use a breather
When we step outside the shadows are detachedfrom the objects they used to representthey fill the valleys with a sense of dreadand grow strongest where there is no light at allI think they’re leading us to the bottom of a welland I’m strangely compelled to go along with their planto put a lid on me to be covered up and let it sink inthat I don’t have the faintest sense of what I’m dealing withthe window is closingPurple and black and darker still until the chill of my breath is the only thing that’s movingSomething small to take full account of
I’ll speak to you in the morningthe rustling wind under your door, whisperingthat something inevitable is approaching
― Karl Malone, Friday, 21 January 2022 05:16 (two years ago) link
King’s Highway
I saw a dog at a bus stopbut she wasn’t waiting and neither was anyone elseshe ran through the repair shop’s lotand everyone was moving away or staringShe worked her way a bit down the blockAnd was soon back in the traffic all the tires squeaked but no one honkedshe weaved through the cars likewater through a sieve andwound up west of the King’s Highway
I watched all of this in horror from the driver’s seat of my car from the very center of the same King’s Highwaytraffic rushing toward me from the left and away from the righttrapped from all sides in a left hand turn lane, waiting, having to wait, how long could it stay greenshe was running out in front of my wheels
some of the cars began to come to a stopI looked for anyone who was running toward the dogand found someone holding a leashher hands were in the air, frozen like me it seemed
The dog was back out in the streettire squeaks and still no honkingI put on my right-turn signaland felt the seat belt sting against my neckas my right hand gripped the passenger headrest
like thin rice noodles squeezing through a colanderI couldn’t believe I made it through the moving automobile lines and off of it to a taco bell parking spotand immediately leapt out of my car like a fool who still remembers to lock the door with aremote key while scanning the periphery
I ran down the street to the person with the leashAre you the ownerYes, her name’s NalaWhich way did she goI knew the answer before she answeredI saw itNala had turned off the King’s Highway down an alley
My black jacket made rapid plastic swishing noisesI was wearing gray mesh allbirds shoeswith gray pants and a gray shirtmy hair was lavender and yellow and orange and brownI’m a complete mess, I know itI took off, completely
She was looking at me, she kept looking back at mewhile still barreling down the alleyI turned the corner and ran like the T-1000that I used to be, for about a minuteprobably closer to thirty secondsit was a longer sprint then I can remembersince the pandemicBC AD BCE CEbefore and afterwhen meeting people was easyNala was on a leash and now we can’t find herbut I’m on her tracks, the only one with the sensor
I couldn’t catch my breath, I was pantingI went over the fence and through the back gatethere are no woodsthe alley was grass, then dirt, then concreteNala stands at a pass and looks both waysShe instinctively manuevers t-bones at top speed
Somehow I’m at the main street, the person holding the leash says to me, Her name’s NalaI’m EmmaShe won’t come to meShe knows we’re putting her awayA postal worker overhears usand is filled with disgustWe are one of the obstacles in her dayand I see the leashholder’s face is filled with bruised spotsEmma, she’s laughing and her eyes are emptyNala’s running toward the trainyardI keep chasing
the same landscape, again and againthe gas station, the restaurant, the intersectionthe tire change chain, the telephone lines hanging overthe cars, everywhere cars, starting the carsstarting the story in a car, gradually exiting a careveryone else is in a car, or otherwise waiting for somethingThis is a Thursday afternoon, this is a thousand placesthis is a hero with a thousand facessitting in a car
I almost caught herI was out of breathshe was down the blockabout 200 feet off and I calledNala! Nala, please! The same words from before but with a different texturenow I was down and Nala was the young pupmore than ready to run for another hourNala, please, Nalaand she came to me with her leash dragging on the ground behind herI could see the whites of her eyesin the prime of her prime of her primeand no discipline she came within 5 feet and I jumped the gunwith no discipline, I missed
I reached for the leash but it was beyond my capabilitiesand I saw it disappear down another alleythere was a girl watching and she askedis that your dog?and i said it’s not my pooch but I’m helpingand felt so silly and I sprinted again, off
I never did find herI was eight blocks away from my carI walked back. to my car. the car, the car.
I ordered 2 cheesy bean burritosI was out of breath andforgot to wear my maskand the man at the window hated meI thinkI never found her, I ran out of breath
― Karl Malone, Saturday, 29 January 2022 23:32 (two years ago) link
The street is cold the dawn is gray my heart says no but my head says stay
― calstars, Saturday, 29 January 2022 23:45 (two years ago) link
What a mess.What a horrible mess.
The rest of it, shortly to follow.
Where to begin?
The ending started as a walkwith talk of the “immediate future”.
It started in the garden of Eden.Adam dreamed of an Eveand was relieved of some of his burdens.He needed help and they felt no shame.
Dead end street.
The people in the steeple are dying to meetthe one-winged angel with mangy hair and sores on his feetto be blinded, to be brought to their kneesonce and then twice again.
Dead end street.Dead end street.
People are dying here on Dead End Street.
Here is the rest:
It’s a mess and we’re out of time.An archeologist digging through our wreckmight be disappointed with what they find.
They won’t find these wordslong since windsweptthe way we werethe way you arecannot be capturedI wonder what I have leftand when to leave
I am starting to believe in some thingsthat didn’t make much sense before
― Karl Malone, Thursday, 3 February 2022 01:23 (two years ago) link
I love your poems Ztbd
― assert (matttkkkk), Thursday, 3 February 2022 01:44 (two years ago) link
that's nice of you to say, thank you! still working on that one a bit, but mainly hoping the kinks don't sue me :-o
― Karl Malone, Thursday, 3 February 2022 01:58 (two years ago) link
also the occurrence of my life being "a mess" is starting to spike, this is alarming! shit
― Karl Malone, Thursday, 3 February 2022 02:00 (two years ago) link
King's Highway and Skip to my Lou are the highlights for me
― assert (matttkkkk), Thursday, 3 February 2022 02:29 (two years ago) link
king's highway is a true story! it happened just the other day. it was simultaneously the most intense exercise i've had in several years and a very, very sad experience. i couldn't really capture any of it. the saddest part was the end, when the dog darted down a sidepath and through someone's backyard yet again, and i knew i was giving up. she had done this maybe 5-7 times already, in the past 20 minutes of chasing, and each time i would run down the street, up the alleys and behind the backyards, and somehow i'd catch a glimpse of her running off somewhere else, always 100 feet away, and i'd kept going. but this time i was just out of breath, and also i had run into the owner one more time and she was a walking drug casualty, just laughing off her dog sprinting through heavy traffic and near accidents and some weirdass stranger running all through the neighborhood after her, asking "did any of you see an off leash dog?" and getting absolutely ZERO answers from anyone, from a dozen different people, just nothing
― Karl Malone, Thursday, 3 February 2022 14:27 (two years ago) link
My uncles are overly mouthyThey have no idea just what is comingMy and my brother just sit and smirkWe both know fine well
My uncles aren't really my unclesthey're like my cousins, once removed? twice removed?Don't get me wrong, they're really fine fellowsJust no brains in their heads
My brother takes me outsideWants to smoke a CIGAR with meOh ok, but this makes me dizzyI prefer heroin
Back inside, plaster on a smile(I'd made a visit to my room, there was heroin)Those same uncles still in my faceThey don't know about the coming flood
And then two years passThe flood came, I live on the hillMy uncles live in the valleyDon't know what came of them
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 5 February 2022 13:12 (two years ago) link
Actually I need to replace that line "they don't know about the coming flood", I'd rather leave the flood unmentioned until it actually arrives, ken? Otherwise I'm happy with what I just wrote right now
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 5 February 2022 13:18 (two years ago) link
"they don't know about the heroin" I suppose is the relevant substitute
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 5 February 2022 13:32 (two years ago) link
I went back to my roomStumbled once, hit my knee on the sinkNot a big deal, let's get back to itSome conversation about football
^^insert that in there
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 5 February 2022 13:36 (two years ago) link
haha, i like these uncles! these dumb butts talking about football, taking over your space
― Karl Malone, Saturday, 5 February 2022 17:15 (two years ago) link
Reconciliation
We’re sitting in your garage, this eveningwith the wide door open and it’s 46 degreestwo lawn chairs and two hot teaspeppermint of the Bigelow with no caffeine
It’s been 9 months since I talked to youIt’s been 10 and a half since he died andIt’s been 12 months since he went to the hospital
My neighbor is of the same beliefShe feels sorry for meshe says the vaccine causes mass infertility
Last week I scraped the ice off her car, my neighbor’s carIt took about half an hourand I felt like a good sonor a good someone who managed to do a good somethingI thought I used to do a good something everydayNow I write a poem to commemorate
We poured dog-friendly salt on the stairs to the streetShe has a job caretaking for the elderlyand has your same first name and is of the same agebut in other ways she is nothing like youShe’s an artist with her own studioShe prays the rosary
Am I allowed near Avalonif I don’t want to be If I don’t know how to laughat a joke like thatWhen I’m still talking and no one’s listeningexcept myself, and barely at that
Yet I think I’m the only voice of reasonin this situationThe one who knew to stay insideThe one who knew it would get so badtwo weeks earlier than most people didhere comes the jeremiad
…No, this time I don’t think I’ll share thatnot this time, I still want you to laughand I don’t want you to get caught upin the long tail unreasonable stuffthat the bulk of us seem to be stuck i
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Saturday, 12 February 2022 02:59 (two years ago) link
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― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Saturday, 12 February 2022 03:01 (two years ago) link
I heard a speedboat caught a wave and hoppedright over a dockIt started in the oceanIt landed in the baySomeone was underneath the boat when it happenedI’ve never seen anything quite like that, they saidIt flew right over my headThey were dry and he was soaking wet
I heard this same boat sped straight through the inletluckily the beachgoers took notice and fledas the lifeguard took a video from the lookout perchthe back of an 18-wheeler opened upand extended a ramp out into the waterthe ship accepted the lifttwin mechanical amphibiansthe boat slid up into the big rig which took off with a pop and a shower of smoke
I heard a firetruck showed up in the aftermathand as the crowd was dispersing some drunk man saidWhat are they gonna do, put out the ocean?!and no one laughed or made eye contactso this guy yelled it again, and his voice cracked -Are they gonna put out the wa-ter?the captive audience cringed and dispersed at greater distancesand a little kid kept asking Wait, what happened?
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Saturday, 12 February 2022 21:06 (two years ago) link
i am trying to be less longwinded
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Saturday, 12 February 2022 21:07 (two years ago) link
changed middle to
I heard this same boat sped straight through the inletluckily the beachgoers took notice and fledas the lifeguard took a video from their lookout perchthe back of an 18-wheeler opened upand extended a long metal rampthe ship met the lift and skipped from water to landmechanical amphibiansthe boat slid up into the big rig which then took off with a shower of gross smoke
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Saturday, 12 February 2022 21:17 (two years ago) link
one more once:
I heard this same boat sped straight through the inletluckily the beachgoers took notice and fledas the lifeguard took a video from their lookout perchthe back of an 18-wheeler opened upand extended a long metal rampthe ship hit the lift and slid into the big rigskipping from water onto landmechanical amphibianthe truck took off and left a shower of gross smoke
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Saturday, 12 February 2022 21:23 (two years ago) link
Here's a short something I wrote back in 2008, working as a dishwasher in a restaurant in the middle of nowhere. I don't know if it's good or if it's embarrassing:
Over dishwater steam I witnessmy gorgeous intentions crumbling.Feta cheese over mixed greens.
Immersed in scalding watermy lobster-red hands reach for the stopperand pull.
― feed me with your chips (zchyrs), Saturday, 12 February 2022 22:22 (two years ago) link
that brings up non-fond memories of washing dishes at long john silvers, back in the dayi was so slow, somehow, the slowest. the managers hated working with me because i'd still be washing the fucking dishes when they finished up the register
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Saturday, 12 February 2022 22:29 (two years ago) link
Aw, that sucks. The place I worked at was slow enough that I often had spare time to think up tiny poems I still remember 14 years later. I actually sorta liked that job. Free food and fairly low expectations.
― feed me with your chips (zchyrs), Saturday, 12 February 2022 22:33 (two years ago) link
me and my dog have a running gag about works in progress. they're called works in pawgress. :P
On tonight’sunsolved mysteryAn ordinary manfacing an uncertain destinypulled back the curtainsand dug beneath the leavesa car pulled up into the drivewayhe didn’t recognize the driverhe brought in some groceriesthe blinds closedthe smoke alarm was out of batteriesthe garbage can was overflowingthe dog kept whiningthe key didn’t fit the lockthe basement door is openthe botched wood filling jobthe siding is crumblingthe third floor balconythe broken statue in the morning
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Sunday, 13 February 2022 00:26 (two years ago) link
soundtrack: ba-Dom ba-Dom-ba Dom bum, ba-Dom ba-Dom-ba Dom BING____
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Sunday, 13 February 2022 00:27 (two years ago) link
Z I hope you have a more permanent archive and a way to reach a wider audience, these are great and have a real "voice". Genuinely great writing for my money.
― assert (matttkkkk), Sunday, 13 February 2022 04:47 (two years ago) link
these are great
― plax (ico), Sunday, 13 February 2022 15:40 (two years ago) link
thank you both, that's very encouraging, i appreciate it!
i just keep them in the most permanent place of all: a Notes note called "uh oh it's poetry time again"
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Sunday, 13 February 2022 16:49 (two years ago) link
the most permanent tbd place on the internet:
http://zachtbd.xyz/poems.html
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Sunday, 13 February 2022 20:36 (two years ago) link
Unsolved Mystery
On tonight’sunsolved mysteryAn ordinary manfacing an uncertain destinypulled back the curtainsand dug beneath the leavesa car pulled into the alleyan unrecognized driverwho brought in some groceriesthe blinds closedthe smoke alarm was out of batteriesthe garbage can was overflowingthe dog kept whiningthe front key didn’t fit the lockthe basement door is wide openthe faucet and the drain are corrodingthe botched job is still unfinishedthe siding is crumblingthe third floor balconythe broken statue in the morning
He parked up there near the rivernear the fire that’s still burningthere is a road that goes over and aroundsomeone is watching from the treesobserving an actor in an reenactment describing the criminal act as witnessedto a detective in a too-long tan overcoatthat brushes up against the wet grassand the mud keeps them slidingacross the scene of the crimethis case has become rather slipperythe slate of evidence has been wiped clean
If you or anyone you know has any information about the cases you've seenplease contact your local law enforcement officialsand tell them that you will be investigating because you can’t count on them to follow-up competentlyor promptlyor meticulouslyor at all
Tell them that you’re filming a moviea documentary about what may have been seenone loud blue night by the cataractsthe spectacular cascades were hidingthe end of a span of lifea body with a water-logged chestopposite of emptinesscould not catch a breathwhen their life depended on itand so they found the very endand sunk into the bed
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Sunday, 13 February 2022 21:59 (two years ago) link
if you want to hear how i read it, complete with copyright infringement music, i put it here: http://zachtbd.xyz/poems/UnsolvedMystery.m4a
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Sunday, 13 February 2022 22:17 (two years ago) link
I’m not between jobsI’m post-employmentAsk me to say that againwhen I reach the end of my savingswhen I’m digging under the bottomto see how deep I can really go godo you know what I mean?Ask me to say that again, ‘I’m not between jobs’and we’ll see if I really meant anythingwhen I was saying iteven as I was saying it
I don’t want you to worry about meI’m as happy as I can beI’m as happy as a clamas happy as I’ve been since I was thirteenright now, writing and worrying so muchburning down everything I touchin some ways not much has changed
I thought I could be whatever I wanted to beI should not have understood that literallybut I wanted so much to believe in that ideaI believed it myself for a nice long while
I’m speaking but you’re not listeningI don’t blame youI tend to go on and onI go on until I’ve had enoughand then — and there’s always an ‘and then’when I know there should instead be silenceI keep on talking, it happened againHow many times can I forgive myself for thisand count on someone else to pay for my ticket
‘I’m set free, I’m set free, I’m set freeto find a new illusion’I wish that were mine, but that’s Lou Reed
When I hear it I think of how many timesI have completely lost it only to find it againDiscovery, revision, and reinventionSounds like a decent life planbut also suspiciously like a sloganan ad campaign for Mercedes-Benz
“Discovery, revision, and reinventionYou’ll lose your mind in this carYou’ll never never want to step out of itYou won’t remember when it startedbut you’ll know the pit is bottomlesstwo hundred horses pulling in the same directionall to your benefit, the Mercedes Benz E350Luxury, discovery, revision, and reinvention”Do they still make ads like that
― dig your way out of the shit with a gold magic shovel! (Karl Malone), Thursday, 17 February 2022 08:35 (two years ago) link
We should start on timeas in space, most of it is emptinesswe can live to the extent that we can fill it up and make a place in the vast expanse of nothing
there are countless endless long tails of the infiniteyou can walk halfway to the end and then do it againad infinitum, that’s infinitesimalthat’s the quality of being indefinitely reaching toward something that gets closerin space but not in timeyou’re always in motion but you never seem to arrive
I’m not between jobsI’m post-employmentAsk me to say that again in a minutewhen I reach the end of my checking accountand we’ll see how deep it really goeswhen I’m digging beneath my bottomGod, I don’t want a digital walletAsk me to say that again, ‘I’m not between jobs’and we’ll see how much I meant of what I was sayingof everything above, everything belowas much as one can, after reflection, sayas below, as above
I am not in love with thinking about moneyit’s the kind of thing only a fucking prickwould spend their time withI know it’s not right to speak of itgreasy wheeled spoonfuls with print of multiple licksit’s the secret sauce of societywe all know that
I don’t want you to worry about meI’m as happy as I can bewhy, I’m as happy as a clam on a holiday!!I’m as happy as I’ve been since I was thirteenright now, writing and reading and trying not to worry so muchbut also burning down everything I touchin some ways not much has changed
I thought I could be whatever I wanted to beI should not have understood that so literallybut I wanted so much to believe in that ideaI believed it myself for a nice long while
I’m speaking but you’re not listeningI don’t blame youI tend to go on and onfor a real long whileI go on until I’ve had enoughand then — and there’s always an ‘and then’but and then — and there’s always a but, buts and thens, when I know there should instead be silenceand then when there finally isI rev up the engineand I keep on talking, it happened againHow many times can I forgive myself for this kind of thingI know I’ll do it again
‘I’m set freeto find a new illusion’I wish that were me, that was Lou Reed
When I hear it I think of how many timesI have completely lost myself in it only to find it againDiscovery, revision, and reinventionSounds like a decent life planbut also suspiciously like a sloganfrom an ad campaign for Mercedes-Benz
“Discovery, revision, and reinventionYou’ll lose your mind in this carYou’ll never ever want to step out of this carin god we trust in our motor vehicleYou won’t remember when it startedbut you’ll know the pit is bottomlesstwo hundred horses pulling in the same directionall to your benefit, the Mercedes Benz E350 Luxurydiscovery, revision, and reinvention
Do they still make ads like thatThey don’t make ads for the pennilessthey do but that’s not the primary audience
I’m living for whoever is still believingin the possibility of creating meaningthrough living rather than waitingfor a truth which will never come to manifestrather than waiting to die as a form of escapismwhen I say GOP death cult I mean every bit of ityes I’m on the left and I know you don’t care whyHow long can I get by on nothing but butter and bluster and gall?Ask 45, it’s better not to think of it
If the clouds suddenly partand the trumpets call and avoice speaks down to us allI will bow down in front of itonce and for allthere’s always a lower place you can fallthere is no bottom on a ball in spacethere’s no end to the indefinite crawl
― dig your way out of the shit with a gold magic shovel! (Karl Malone), Thursday, 17 February 2022 22:53 (two years ago) link
Met up in the Red HallI couldn't hear over the Three DegreesSo let's go for a walkHave a smoke, have a talk
He gave me the lowdownSotto voce: "Hey, with friends like these..."Then he just trailed offTurned away, faked a cough
He said it would be be fineNo one would get hurt, it would be a breezeI couldn't parse his winkSo I just asked for time to think
I should have known betterBad things always tend to come in threesThe Boom-Truth and The KnifeHave never got me far in life
I told him I loved himAs an afterthought, in parenthesesTacked it on to the endScanned it over, then clicked "Send"
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 19 February 2022 17:03 (two years ago) link
I'm trying to deliberately leave out the important shit recently, like to the extent of deleting verses. All ominous threat-of-flood, no details of flood. Doughnut-shaped poems, all outside no middle.
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 19 February 2022 17:07 (two years ago) link
Also taking on board what KM said about reading them aloud, so actually they maybe lose something without specific intonation and phrasing
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 19 February 2022 17:10 (two years ago) link
oooh, i like that one quite a bit JHM, that's some good stuff!
― dig your way out of the shit with a gold magic shovel! (Karl Malone), Saturday, 19 February 2022 17:34 (two years ago) link
whoa
― dig your way out of the shit with a gold magic shovel! (Karl Malone), Saturday, 19 February 2022 20:17 (two years ago) link
I think you’ve got about 10 poems there bro
― calstars, Friday, 17 November 2023 23:07 (five months ago) link
i didn't even post the others! there were like 30 poems there
― i really like that!! (z_tbd), Friday, 17 November 2023 23:10 (five months ago) link
limbo is a container for timewhere one waits for godotand knows how low one can gohow long one can hold ontoa breath before it hurts in the chestwith pinprick moments of silencehanging in the upper halves of windowslike potted plants watching gardensglow in the twilight, wanting to know
https://i.imgur.com/1J4OtLS.gif
― z_tbd, Wednesday, 29 November 2023 18:22 (four months ago) link
my elbow flicks the light switchbecause my fingers and forearmsare covered with paint, i saidwhat a mess of a mixupto overlay the mediumsthe message is in the tediumreplay what you heardand see how it’s different
from what came beforesend me a postcardyou’re halfway to the endthen halfway to the end
― i'm really excited to learning more", *sunglasses fly onto dog.gif* (z_tbd), Tuesday, 5 December 2023 22:49 (four months ago) link
I’m noticing more people smoking recently saw footage of Joni Mitchell singing coyote backstage on the rolling thunder tour and is there a correlation between the populace quitting and obesity
― calstars, Saturday, 16 December 2023 13:41 (four months ago) link
yeah, I'm a poem(not a syllable wasted)I convey meaning
― Halfway there but for you, Monday, 18 December 2023 15:34 (four months ago) link
Part-Time Rapper by Scott Seward
I rock rhymes.
Sometimes.
― scott seward, Monday, 18 December 2023 15:41 (four months ago) link
i woke up in the middle of the night the other night and thought that. and then i went back to sleep. thank you. thank you very much.
― scott seward, Monday, 18 December 2023 15:42 (four months ago) link
with the right beat, i think you just wrote your first #1 single!
― z_tbd, Monday, 18 December 2023 15:48 (four months ago) link
under the fenceyou crawl on all foursthe lock to open the gatefrom the inside
i heard your stomach scrapealong blades of grasssplit in half along the stemslift the hingesto let our friends in
we light soft candles reminiscentof the end of a sunsetprojected wide onto wrinkled fabricpulled taut from clips in the corners
― z_tbd, Wednesday, 10 January 2024 16:58 (three months ago) link
the double u is spoken the double v is chiseledw reflects thesoft m in the center of the backyes, I’d like my heart backx marks the spot I can waitwhat time does the sun setdon’t let the dust get wet
― z_tbd, Monday, 5 February 2024 16:57 (two months ago) link
new game plusstarts with all the items but none of the progressor all of the progress but none of the itemsor with everything you can rememberor with nothing at all
but a new body and internal clocksettling into a walking pacemight mean time mightsturdy the fallfresh sets of rules will unfoldas peculiar rhythms that become your own
― z_tbd, Thursday, 22 February 2024 16:26 (one month ago) link
shaded blades next tolit blades lit green warm my toesblue and yellow hope I won’t bring my giant foot in the skyswinging down hardto divide my yard into two discrete zonesof careless trampling of careful misunderstanding
― z_tbd, Sunday, 10 March 2024 05:21 (one month ago) link
he hit me hardhe felt bad-hit me backcome on, get me back-no, not nownot when you’re expecting itwait until you’ve forgottenwhen i finally hit backwe will both laugh
― z_tbd, Thursday, 21 March 2024 20:32 (four weeks ago) link
“The old armOf a new love“
― calstars, Sunday, 7 April 2024 18:40 (one week ago) link
God is a bouncerWho keeps me out of barsAnd pushes me homeWhen I’ve had too few
― calstars, Friday, 19 April 2024 22:47 (yesterday) link
Put on a pair of pantsPut on one morePut on another and you’re falling on the floorYou won’t get to the doorPut on another pair of pants
― brimstead, Friday, 19 April 2024 23:14 (yesterday) link