Submissions by CruelHandedWriter (Panama Judas)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Sunday, Bloody Sunday.
The tables are covered in graffiti
saying nothing
as the families sit down
to their Sunday roasts.
The beer is cold,
but I am much colder.
There's a funeral on the way
and the streets look dead
as they have since I noticed them.
The world still lacks taste;
the jukeboxes say so
as do the newspapers
and the cinema screens.
Give me symphony music
or jazz,
Bukowski, Celine, Fante
or Dostoevsky.
A rare steak
and some time to myself.
A pen and paper will do,
but the insular thing
isn't working so well...
saying nothing
as the families sit down
to their Sunday roasts.
The beer is cold,
but I am much colder.
There's a funeral on the way
and the streets look dead
as they have since I noticed them.
The world still lacks taste;
the jukeboxes say so
as do the newspapers
and the cinema screens.
Give me symphony music
or jazz,
Bukowski, Celine, Fante
or Dostoevsky.
A rare steak
and some time to myself.
A pen and paper will do,
but the insular thing
isn't working so well...
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My last piece of paper -Ironic really.
I’m still listening to the jazz cats
just like you told me.
Not many people around me understand,
but you don’t need to worry;
I got used to that
a long time ago.
It is how it is.
So you are gone;
There’s nothing left of you
apart from memories:
Something I don’t have enough of,
but what I have
will have to do.
Just like me
you were probably a good man,
but, like me,
there was only a select few to see it.
Well, I never did,
but right now
you are everything.
2.
The work lot are in...
just like you told me.
Not many people around me understand,
but you don’t need to worry;
I got used to that
a long time ago.
It is how it is.
So you are gone;
There’s nothing left of you
apart from memories:
Something I don’t have enough of,
but what I have
will have to do.
Just like me
you were probably a good man,
but, like me,
there was only a select few to see it.
Well, I never did,
but right now
you are everything.
2.
The work lot are in...
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16.10.09 -Farewell
It is very strange
when you realise
that, once and for all
they are gone.
They are no final words,
no goodbyes,
just a blank space:
no chance of filling it.
And the poets continue
attempting to put the word
down, but they miss
the point.
Every sentence
has been blown
straight out of my head.
Everything has evaporated
in just a few words;
That one phone call
'he is gone'
and he is.
And so,
to my father
who is no longer anything,
just a few things i can remember:
Rest...
when you realise
that, once and for all
they are gone.
They are no final words,
no goodbyes,
just a blank space:
no chance of filling it.
And the poets continue
attempting to put the word
down, but they miss
the point.
Every sentence
has been blown
straight out of my head.
Everything has evaporated
in just a few words;
That one phone call
'he is gone'
and he is.
And so,
to my father
who is no longer anything,
just a few things i can remember:
Rest...
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Botticellian Trees -Fading in the song of the leaves
One of them looked strong,
the other should have appeared
weaker:
Much more like death.
Is this not the case
when you study life
like a painting?
Our differences are minimal,
but they represent –to us-
our own significance
or, more so,
our lack of it.
The flourished tree is blind to it.
That is how it succeeded.
The weak limbs of its frail counterpart
have watched us all over the many years;
heard all of our fuss
and seen our useless agony
all for the sake of death
Or perhaps, the flourished tree...
the other should have appeared
weaker:
Much more like death.
Is this not the case
when you study life
like a painting?
Our differences are minimal,
but they represent –to us-
our own significance
or, more so,
our lack of it.
The flourished tree is blind to it.
That is how it succeeded.
The weak limbs of its frail counterpart
have watched us all over the many years;
heard all of our fuss
and seen our useless agony
all for the sake of death
Or perhaps, the flourished tree...
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Throw it away
Throw it away,' he said.
Throw it away
throw it away
throw it away.
Hume didn't believe
that any man had
thrown a life away
while it was worth
keeping
and nor
do I.
Throw it away
throw it away
throw it away.
Hume didn't believe
that any man had
thrown a life away
while it was worth
keeping
and nor
do I.
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The pleasures of this world
Waking up half drunk,
forcing the food down
and then sitting on the toilet
to feel everything that was there before
burst out of me,
whilst writing it down.
The sounds that I try and hide
because the woman I make love to
is laying awake next door.
The knowing,
that all I have to do
is wipe,
brush my teeth
and head for the bars
to start again.
forcing the food down
and then sitting on the toilet
to feel everything that was there before
burst out of me,
whilst writing it down.
The sounds that I try and hide
because the woman I make love to
is laying awake next door.
The knowing,
that all I have to do
is wipe,
brush my teeth
and head for the bars
to start again.
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Concrete
My shoes rest on concrete
as I lean on concrete
and stare at it.
Everything is concrete;
especially our mistakes
and our final outcome.
We are not music,
or art,
or the future
or hope,
we are what has been
before us:
one step closer
to
the
end
as I lean on concrete
and stare at it.
Everything is concrete;
especially our mistakes
and our final outcome.
We are not music,
or art,
or the future
or hope,
we are what has been
before us:
one step closer
to
the
end
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"Get the c**t!"
Let the racists
kill the racists.
I don't have a problem
with that,
but when they attack
someone who really
couldn't give a breath
for geographical origin
they really say something.
I'm not sure
exactly what that is,
but it's good enough
to lock them all
in a hateful
ethnically diverse,
starving cage
and let the cunts
kill each other.
kill the racists.
I don't have a problem
with that,
but when they attack
someone who really
couldn't give a breath
for geographical origin
they really say something.
I'm not sure
exactly what that is,
but it's good enough
to lock them all
in a hateful
ethnically diverse,
starving cage
and let the cunts
kill each other.
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This god damn cell
From a cell of few people
to many cells of many
I am not allowed a beer
to ease it all away
whilst the racists
appear unevolved
and wait to glare at me
because I don't care
what happens to us
or when.
If I have to go
for them to go
then take me now.
to many cells of many
I am not allowed a beer
to ease it all away
whilst the racists
appear unevolved
and wait to glare at me
because I don't care
what happens to us
or when.
If I have to go
for them to go
then take me now.
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Sometimes you just have to laugh.
The Writer’s Rush:
Almost, a distraction.
Do people honestly
Believe that sex
During the temperamental
Period of your partner’s
Month
Is questionable?
That coming into pleasurable contact
With a substance that is present
In all of us
Is some how ‘BLEUURGHHH!’
It is not as if
You have to eat it,
But I suppose if you choose to
It is none of my business
~ Are you having a good time
Over there with your face dripping
The blood of Christ.
(note I don’t use a capital letter)
Well of course you are....
Almost, a distraction.
Do people honestly
Believe that sex
During the temperamental
Period of your partner’s
Month
Is questionable?
That coming into pleasurable contact
With a substance that is present
In all of us
Is some how ‘BLEUURGHHH!’
It is not as if
You have to eat it,
But I suppose if you choose to
It is none of my business
~ Are you having a good time
Over there with your face dripping
The blood of Christ.
(note I don’t use a capital letter)
Well of course you are....
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How's my head?
About two
or three
months ago
I saw
my G.P.
I was
in very
bad shape.
I was
ANGRY
and tearful.
as far
as I
could see
I had
lost it
all.
I even
took a
knife to
my wrist
during a
bad trip
with
hallucigenics.
Fortunately
I didn't
have the
strength
to cut
deep
enough.
Looking back
I had
lost a lot,
but not
all.
I still
haven't heard
from the
shrink about
my course
of therapy
so I guess...
or three
months ago
I saw
my G.P.
I was
in very
bad shape.
I was
ANGRY
and tearful.
as far
as I
could see
I had
lost it
all.
I even
took a
knife to
my wrist
during a
bad trip
with
hallucigenics.
Fortunately
I didn't
have the
strength
to cut
deep
enough.
Looking back
I had
lost a lot,
but not
all.
I still
haven't heard
from the
shrink about
my course
of therapy
so I guess...
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Notes from the Fly-Floor (1)
You have to seperate
your soul from work
completely
-if you have one.
because as I look
down over the rail
and see the mind numbing
dross that I am partially
responsible for
I instantly look at myself:
drinking my wages away
in nine days
with all my great ideas
that could help us all,
but they're not allowed out
because I might offend
someone who is wrong.
Well, If I brought my soul
in here,
I might just jump
and that would not
be one
of my
great
ideas.
your soul from work
completely
-if you have one.
because as I look
down over the rail
and see the mind numbing
dross that I am partially
responsible for
I instantly look at myself:
drinking my wages away
in nine days
with all my great ideas
that could help us all,
but they're not allowed out
because I might offend
someone who is wrong.
Well, If I brought my soul
in here,
I might just jump
and that would not
be one
of my
great
ideas.
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