giving up on life
June 30, 2008
the queen
size box spring
taunts me
in the foyer
knowing
no matter how
hard we push
it will never
fit up that
staircase.
thoughts and fears on the cusp of digestive breakdown
June 30, 2008
AKA: on my upcoming 3 day absence from the sieve
tight in my tummy
tight in my thoughts
i prepare myself for travel
with stomach knots
flying makes me grumpy
but new places i enjoy
thought control i’ll attempt
thanksgiving i’ll employ
i wish i could drink whiskey
without the stomach rot
i know it’d help me relax
and help me forget thought
thirty six hours is too long to travel
no matter where you go
but thankfully it wont take three months
like by an old boat – slow
i’ll put my head down and get there
no matter what i do
arrive there eventually
I WILL I WILL I WILL
columns
June 29, 2008
sadness hits me
staring out the
passenger side
window at the
art museum’s
columns and steps in
the stagnant orange
air underneath
these street lamps
as the stop light
changes and the
car begins to
move.
self explanatory
June 29, 2008
i found myself
annotating
the things which
need not notes
Trouble with Treble
June 29, 2008
Twenty four hours of forty eight
Partying like a rock star from noon to one late
Now I’m kinda sorta in trouble cuz my brother can’t relay vivid directions
While I sit at my laptop making poetry corrections
haiku
June 29, 2008
on the turnpike
we drove into a wall of rain–
break lights erupting.
indiscriminately edified against all odds
June 28, 2008
they set out to take on the
massive evil beast, grabbing hold of
tail
torso
back
neck
then the head
gasping for air
it blew forth fire
they searched for the fabled
weak spot between four
scales
but his strength outdid them all-
talons of six inches, eight inches, more
he grabbed them each and took to flight
flinging them against a mountain
but it was made of jello
this was their goal.
the universe
June 27, 2008
Scientists announced Tuesday that our love is expanding at an infinite rate. While this perpetual growth cannot be seen, it can be concluded based upon observable effects. For example, the wavelengths of Time Spent Not Thinking About Each Other (T.S.N.T.A.E.O.) are exponentially drifting further apart, resulting in an undeniable red shift. Three predictions regarding the fate of these findings have been put forth by the scientific community: 1. Our love will continue to expand infinitely; 2. Our love will continue to grow, but the rate at which it does so will slow and approach a limit; 3. Our love will eventually peak and then subsequently collapse in upon itself, creating a black hole from which even light cannot escape.
societal lies. and my bowels.
June 27, 2008
i took the road less traveled
and was a little disappointed
unpaved i found it muddy
and mosquito ridden
at times a tree had fallen
covering the path and making
it difficult to traverse
i entered through the narrow gate
but first had to lose some weight
squeezed my shoulders through
and caught my arm on a spike
contracting tetanus
quit romanticizing things we must do
sometimes it sucks
and gives me diarrhea
an evening in central PA
June 26, 2008
drifting and blinking
constellations
all but three
escaped my jar
above leaves
of shadowed trees
beneath a sky
lit by lightning
equally ephemeral
similarly silent.
24 years since the end of the world. thanks orwell
June 26, 2008
people never told me
the more you understand
the more fully you can become
overwhelmed
no no.
thats right, they did say
ignorance is bliss
but they left it painted
on a wall
in a book they called
fiction
Hos-piss
June 25, 2008
Hospice
A word with all the powers of a magnet
Drawing things together
Somethings are shunned and wish to be repelled
But they always return
Others are accepted easily
But can never come back
Everything attracted has something in common
Power to express emotions
Love
Pain
Fear
Last wishes- like fire -are warm
But too much fire surrounding one self becomes
The source of more love
The source of more pain
The source of more fear
The smoke becomes a heavy blanket
Smothering its starter
To reduce the burden a stand must be made
One of courage where friends may be hurt
You can piss out the fire
But you cant piss out the pain
Great difficulty lies on the path where you try to be kind and loving
But sacrifices must be made
To live the rest of ones days with only the closest people to their heart.
forgets the stage
ya’ll to whom i’m talking
quietly sneaks away to semi private room
toots
laughs that it can be called that
toots again
smiles
runs and then looks back
finds people ogling the word
t
o
oo
o
t
transient
olfactory
orifice
transmission
(re)alizations
June 25, 2008
wednesday night i looked
up and realized
i had forgotten the
sky
transfixed by my (re)discovery
i stared until
stars (re)appeared
thousands by
the second
i (re)ached for your hand
forgot what we left east of us
as we escaped into central PA
meanwhile
stars continued to (re)appear
and the sky seemed so saturated
i half expected
it
to exhale.
your torrential downpour -
wash us clean from our pride
to remind us
of things we cannot control
your voice alone is the thunder
your grace alone is the rain
no matter the price of gas
you will not cease to send your rain
people dying in earthquakes
those who will drown today in oceans
they’re as real as this house
this street, this page, these words
and my wife.
you created life
we try so hard to harness
you alone create.
how small i am and how big you are
to strike down,
create
destroy
remembering that you are not safe
but you are good
your rain
so thick i cannot see
you remind us who you are
and who are
we.
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David X. Hugo
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