yanked the club from its mounted space
waved it maniacally, shaking
from hairy-knuckled palm to booted
feet stomping, chasing
the foaming, savage beast
sometimes i wish
i could trade this world
for one with an arena.
~
RNH
Friday, March 28, 2014
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Monday, March 24, 2014
fool
i didn't write you
but if i did
i'd take your name and number
and call you
for the absolute idiot that you are
and describe you
as the trained monkey that you traipse about
like you owe nothing, contain nothing
and are responsible for nothing
that comes out of your mouth.
~
RNH
but if i did
i'd take your name and number
and call you
for the absolute idiot that you are
and describe you
as the trained monkey that you traipse about
like you owe nothing, contain nothing
and are responsible for nothing
that comes out of your mouth.
~
RNH
mannequin
self, presented itself
as a dress she could not get over her head
a costume she could not try on
still trying
to unzip the zipper
untangle the mass of gold thread
and she's still
pulling
this gender, idea
swirling in the wash
baffled at the mixture
and the swiftly shifting
mannequin underneath.
~
RNH
as a dress she could not get over her head
a costume she could not try on
still trying
to unzip the zipper
untangle the mass of gold thread
and she's still
pulling
this gender, idea
swirling in the wash
baffled at the mixture
and the swiftly shifting
mannequin underneath.
~
RNH
Friday, March 21, 2014
the helm
the waters rose
the ship hard pitched
the wind roared violently
the vessel tossed, tipped
crew tumbled
shouts let out
the wheel spinning, not one
could find the courage or sure footing
or strength to take
the helm
she laughed
at the chaos
shook her hair in the rain
rolled her sleeves up
stomped the planks
and stood on the bow in the darkness
facing the storm and soon-to-be vanquished
fear.
~
RNH
the ship hard pitched
the wind roared violently
the vessel tossed, tipped
crew tumbled
shouts let out
the wheel spinning, not one
could find the courage or sure footing
or strength to take
the helm
she laughed
at the chaos
shook her hair in the rain
rolled her sleeves up
stomped the planks
and stood on the bow in the darkness
facing the storm and soon-to-be vanquished
fear.
~
RNH
Friday, March 7, 2014
at the brink
they said, open the door again
I said, why
when there's a three hundred foot drop
they said, feel
the cool breeze and the warm
sun on your skin
I said, why
are you not listening to me
they said, take that risk, feel that rush, open up
I said, why
do you not see the bruises and the cuts
or are your eyes just as closed
as your own slamming doors
don't tell me to fall
when you mutilate my wings.
~
RNH
I said, why
when there's a three hundred foot drop
they said, feel
the cool breeze and the warm
sun on your skin
I said, why
are you not listening to me
they said, take that risk, feel that rush, open up
I said, why
do you not see the bruises and the cuts
or are your eyes just as closed
as your own slamming doors
don't tell me to fall
when you mutilate my wings.
~
RNH
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