Author: David X. Hugo

the stink of ignorance

poetry

why i can smell it on your teeth
and in the next words you’ll say
i can smell it like a machine in
a fairy tale
sniffing out the bad plot lines-
when i am at night
getting ready to sleep
and it’s just me
and my mind
and the darkness-
i smell it too.
i am caught between
a rock and an anxious mess,
and i smell it on both.

jail house blues

poetry

in jail they slip your
food under the door
and the gaurds only
walk around as many times
as they absolutely have to
and
i lie on the floor,
points of pressure failing
to pad the solid concrete
that is my bed.
keith has a wife,
he’s lying next to me
because he beat in
her ex’s door because
he was keeping her kids
and they called “breaking
and
entering”;
tony is from detroit and
got caught driving without
a license and all of his
people left him here,
he tells me about his
cars
and
females
and
houses
and how they caught him slipping
caught him slipping and
he shouldn’t even be stayin’
here for no three hunnid dollas

god,
aint this some bullshit?
this phone only calls who it
wishes,
this cell sits harder than
all of humanity…
lets no light in
lets no one leave,
lets no statements
be made of it or on it
except for “help me!!!”
which tony wrote on his
concrete bed with the pen
that i stole from the clerk
that we also made playing cards
out of with our pieces of
papers given to us by the
man;
these papers containing important
information about the number
of dollars we are to give
to the man for our offenses
against public safety.

spring heat burning

poetry

it is spring and i want so many things
things that are gothic at the store
or your asian friend
things i must say in code,
things i must talk around,
things touring italy and france
the ones who wear the tank tops
and the short shorts
the things who wear the horizontal
stripes and the thick rimmed
glasses or the ones who play
drums,
or speak czech or russian
or german or…french
i want to take them and inject
them into my veins,
i want them to reciprocate
in the backseat of a honda
accord
oh! i want so many things
for it is spring;
my life is rejuvinating and i need
all of these things to fill
the increasing void in the
pit of my stomach,
while the thought
of what my life would be is
eating away at it.

waiting for candy

poetry

heaven is so far away
from earth
and why?
it takes so much
effort to get to
the sky
it ruins your
high
you want to go up
but they say
nigh
your persistence
run dry
your bed is
a sty
do we ever leave
earth?
is there something
to find?
some place in
your mind
where all words are
kind?
or is
any way out just
a lie.

sound

poetry

i want to ask you
if you’d like to light
a fire underneath
i am a match itching to
burn
i can promise you a blaze
this wildfire would
take its toll and
roll like a catalyst
through our arteries
and if your world is
too quiet just let me
know

rose

poetry

oh my
shooting star
i sit
empty chested
these things
well i can’t stop
these things
sitting in a crowded room i am high as a balloon i want to be with you sitting in a crowded room
oh my
shooting star
i sit
empty chested
hoping

circles are infinite lines and circles are feelings

poetry

tilt the earth if
you’ve not enough shine
it’s dark ’round here
about half of the time
why, tell both sides to
give up the fight
make the nighttime
give back your sight
but if no concession comes
or you can’t even try
waste your time alone
and cry, cry, cry
feelings like circles
like infinite lines
an arrow pointing at
itself ’till the end of time
as life, itself, is
a perpetual crime
but you can’t see!!
BUT YOU CAN’T SEE!!
WE ALL CAN’T SEE!!
we must be blind.

dr hugo

poetry

i sit,
in my watchtower
viewing hiked skirts
from a 2nd floor
pealing off the skin
crusssssssst
on my arms, thinking
“19”
i,
sit,
green from trees
invading,
pupils dulling,
life multiplying,
i in my infertile
watchtower,
above coffee shop
2nd floor,
watching hiked skirts
bounce through streets
the ghost of
charlie haunting me.

love is a hamster wheel

poetry

all that wants you is my cock
an animal that says “go! go!”
teeth bare
rip through epidermis to find
pot of gold orgasm
from your silhouette
to your bone structure
to white blood cells
i want to hold you in my hands

cock aside, however, i will
let your breath titillate
my spine, and
keep a blueprint in my head
for darker times
i will name you stars
i will cement you in rhyme
i will not ask you to stay

neuro

poetry

how could i not be naive
when i’ve not seen it
finished yet?
the volcanoes
and asteroids
and hurricanes
in my chest
this sunspot causing
all of my duress
the gravity my lust
fights against
in the end we will
see what’s left

sunflowers

poetry

oh life’s a
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide
walkin’ around town
with you all day
drink till i’m drunk
or i’m sober again
pull of my skin
let it blow in the wind
oh life’s like a
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiide (ha
ha) ah
you speak in a language
so beautiful
i wish i could read it
my fragmented brain
my softspoken penis
whispers in my ear
“lets feel alive”
so i do, oh i do
how contrived
strapped in to this
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide

breakinggggg

poetry

never shoulda opened this door
never shoulda looked inside it
never shoulda walked in this room
never shoulda sat down

never shoulda opened this door
never shoulda looked inside it
never shoulda walked in this room
never shoulda sat down

never shoulda opened this door
never shoulda looked inside it
never shoulda walked in this room
never shoulda sat down

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iiii

poetry

so they killed it all in one night
down the throat and then
back out and he’s hanging over
the ledge thinking
you don’t love me anymore?
they made you not love me anymore
and he says he’s never
gonna
love
anyone
again.

American Lobotomy

poetry

american lobotomy
your brain’s just a muscle
your ghost is all that counts
slow down einstein
we need these sheep for clothes
slow down einstein
your not fluent in puppet
slow down einstein
you faggot
you loser
you geek
you nerd
bleach your hair white
like the rest of the herd
jesus christ more like
peter pan.