Breathtaker
Everyone in their place
Seldom out of leisure
In form
You are a shadow
You grow
You watch me moan
Sick of it all
We come together in a ditch of wool
Etched in stone
Settled in dust
In the water we come down
Book by book by book
Is our birth right
To keep that rider -
Pale
Hold your hands so tight
In my voice
A golden light
There you are in the garden
Every bit of nothingness
A lifting spirit nonetheless
By JM Hillman
Stress yourself out
Until your clothes don't fit
Because I doubt
That it's organic
By JM Hillman
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Tapping at my window -
is a sound that feathers out my anxieties
It wishes I to soothe and be here among us
Holds me in the heart of nowhere
And commands that I not forget
Despondent as you were
Made no difference to your charms
But yours is a wound we heal with wild lungs
He(art) language
Attitude and spit
As tragic as it seems; we bleed
If you were me you would’ve cut you down to size a long time ago
If I was you I would’ve thought twice
By JM Hillman
By JM Hillman
Autumn is your complexion
But winter makes your eyes pop
Depending on the mood
You might just leave it all behind you
And call yourself summer’s spring
All your broken little pieces
I wrap in silver
To protect you from evil
In hopes that you get better
As green goes gray
Red to black
In your own way make a mess of me
Love this picture in all it’s out of focus glory. It spellbinds me back into that room. Back into that haze of elation. I pray you all know what I mean some day.
By JM Hillman
You forgot to carry a church key So they don't let you in the mass Spend all your hours pitted And yeah it's a drag But it doesn't change your mind Until you can figure it out Through some Faustian acquisition maybe Or drive out to the dessert And freeze Sit on your hands and hope -- Patch up your smile Go ahead and share lung If I was him I'd spit at you But that's more crass than you're use to Brutes and bastards In a town of broken blue collars Is the saddest thing you've ever seen It's so sad not even the birds flew away They just sat there and wept Solve your problems with anthropology And puke it all out later Mouthing off until it hits you back While me; The son of the son of no one -- As catalyst to our broken dreams Tomorrow's right was today's wrong Always one to outdo me Pull the trigger Like a cracking whip Show girl, show And you and you and you Know you've been a bitch lately -- Rabbit proof your pearl Establish a crime wave Then spend your year in review And it's the saddest thing you ever knew It's so sad not even the flowers grew
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JMH
By JM Hillman Rest in the depth of my words For I wait patiently as is my duty You withhold nothing from me And I love you truly Even in the corner of the room Where you sit alone and scared -- She is the everything I need Her whispering fingers Her hardened hands Preach of insecurity Which I fully understand The same way a rose must grow thorns Her beauty is complicated -- In tumult lay your passions So burn out with me baby Under a total solar eclipse My hex wife holds me like a lioness To prove that I exist Hers is the heart of the living dead So often near the coffin In lust with the night sky And seeking
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By JM Hillman
Come sit with me on the pine boards Count with me the lights fading away Promise me you’ll stay right where I leave you And on your candle I shall burn To put you in my soundproof room Lock you in my lightless tomb Because baby I’ve been waiting on you To come swimming down my river Stretching your neck at the clouds Staring your eyes at sky Leaving me hungry Deep in the house I am whispering As you come up for air Beware of my goose stepping graveyard Girl Beware – I could tell you were dirty Naked and noiseless Laying at my feet Joyless in your flights Sharpening your teeth for the fight Believing in the lord Rust becomes your right As you die on your sword Leaving a beacon for me every time Mocking my failures to have you inclined Taking the towns from the rebels On the backs of broncos I come back Wide eyed out the truck window Giving up is what I do Until in my reflection Is an image of you Let’s go Wearing black to hide the fact that we’re sick For each other I give up on my conscience Condemn my country And tend to you
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By JM Hillman
On lights Onward wayward Off – On the loss of a home In number titled poems Describe how much you’re hurting On Jersey City highways As sad music plays Tell me was it worth it I’ll listen closely as you fret Swing and crawl and sweat On every day I’ll miss you On the highway divider sits stacked stones On useless cellphones We fail to communicate On lights Onward wayward Off – On patience In pain Learn On loneliness Out of disgust We yearn In number titled poems Build a home
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JMH
by JM Hillman
Out of respect for the dead Rain frogs upon my house Coat cavern walls with my skin Bring thankfulness within So that on Christmas morning’s mourning When you unwrap your glass shards You don’t forget to pray To the gods of loss Give us a holler if you get a holler And then you may forget entirely why you’re here I grant you that gift
Out of respect for death - For a moment - I reconsider living Well beyond prediction Although I claw at thoughts all day And I think that’s pretty obvious I’m sorry I just do that Because I hurt in a way I can’t describe And I know that they’ll come true Those thoughts I know some day I’ll leave you
