NPM 2012.3 - Quite the Panic

Quite the Panic
cutting keys to my place now
gasping through a mist
of sweat
can't fuckin wait
to get in and get that shaking
all over all my shit
turn all that Shake
into Break
and wake me up like
lousy cops like a very lovely person
got into a car and won't
ever get out again and
goddammit it's still dark out
but you've gotta get
out of that bed
and bear witness
you've gotta point and sneer and nod
and throw up and pace the horrible
horrible stillness til the sun
tells you to go back
to sleep
to swim too slow through things you remember
but never happened
to swing at the Panic
and land too soft

NPM 2012.2 - Throw Them Bodies

crowding the tippy-tops
the wingless mark time on pinheads
shouting down at the catastrophe
screen to screen

throw them bodies
in the ovens or in the gears
listen to em sizzle and pop or go
crunch crunch crunch crunch
put em in the ground
drop em in the water
or just leave them bodies
laying there on the cold gray
opened up in a place or two
spilling stink and juice all over
just as long as they
ain't on the beaches
or in the beds
just as long as they ain't
dreaming of anything they ain't already got
or seen or rubbed on their skin
just as long as they ain't
more than one to a space
naked and clapping together
like biology giving itself a round of applause
chewing on shit and always smiling
so proud with what it's gone and done
give it silence
and time to shake its knotty head
sit it in the corner

take them bodies
plant them in the garden
chop em into the stew
they're just in the way



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meant to post yesterday but my internet connection had other plans.
-andy

NPM 2012 .1 - Non-Teens

those hangovers that grab your ears and then
go slack as dead weight
those thirty-somethings who play teenagers
in movies
on television
at bars and house parties
or all over your chest
their laughter is joyless
and cruel
they've never heard a good joke
but the keep repeating the horrible ones
those days you go clean
for weeks
those frustrating bogus pretenders
throwing parades in your neighborhood
never bothering to ask for permits

better get up, it doesn't look like rain today



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it's National Poetry Month again. hopefully i'll do better this year.
here's one. haven't been writing much lately. pardon me if i'm rusty.
-andy