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Hush now little baby


Author: x-ianhoyskolt
ASL Info:    25/male/new zealand
Elite Ratio:    8 - 206 /219 /61
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Class/Type: Poetry /Satire
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Hush now little baby



Hush now little baby cause the neighbours might be glistening
Hush now little baby let me half believe your suffering


Stop your raving, they got you lying in your brain
They laid you down in your domain


And the warm wet crystal warms
When you get the glass, broken class
The bulb warns when broken
Flecked in white


The streeties called my name, shared a half bottle of
Listening
Let me half believe your suffering, under the shared flame
Of embroided skies,
Muku face to face with European knots


Hush now little baby,
I’ll rub your belly
Til the cramp release
Run now little baby
Hope they can’t detect your DNA


I’m pleading innocent today
Some sort of reptilian delay
In the corner of the stampede, here at Fu bar,
In Galatos ..
Sliding by the foreign clique
Huddled in Escape


Today,
The drone seems clear
I’m here on mute


Snuffed out by the shut-eye
Too good for a smile
I keep my eyes on the sparrows
As the pleasant evening falls
I tie chimes to my marrow


This is what the pleasant evening calls
Frame broken in a martini shaker
Bonds tied in the double edge
Of scotch and dry


I feel like raving, as subtle as a heart attack
But they hushed my baby,
Neighbours kept on listening


They shut her venues down
The Temple on Queen street
Cuba on Parnell ,
Turning cigar bars into piano bars
Lost gems




A modern lack of patience
White noise embracing passion
A pressure


Of being taken seriously ,
Frames taken seriously
I found the spitting image
Of a drunken drop
Of hidden fire
Lost gems
One night
At supper club


While the red sun finally woke up
To welcome us
Into the morning


To drain the last drops
Of clutching vigour


The only source of amusement
When all fleur and flora is burnt
Is the red socked manager lady by the bar
Standing up to every slap and one-liner
Coming her way
Like a worn yet taut veteran
Chest secretly boasting from the
Attention
And the gay guy buying me drinks
Even though I told him
Politely
To fuck off


Stubborn in the toxic morning
Like deer to headlights


Hush now little baby
Cause the neighbours might be glistening
Hush now little baby
Cause the world might be listening


And no one heard


Your flight


So speak up little baby
So shout out gentle lady


Cause the world
Just might be listening





Submitted on 2006-09-08 21:59:40     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Another poem to be read aloud on open mike night. I love the image here

I keep my eyes on the sparrows
As the pleasant evening falls
I tie chimes to my marrow

nice
hugs
nessie


| Posted on 2006-10-12 00:00:00 | by comradenessie | [ Reply to This ]
  I read this out loud several times and I think you the problem here is that you are public posting a poem that is striclty yours, or referenced to a small group sharing the same intimate experience. becasue I totally lost you. sometimes we can look at a few fuzzy lines and make an image, that is the beauty of art, of course. and in this case i can almost see drunken stumbling into some crazy urban scenes, but there is not enough here to bring on a more vivid reading experience,


Still love your word play,and you- yer my favorite buttface

loveyaliots
K
| Posted on 2006-09-27 00:00:00 | by screams | [ Reply to This ]
  ye gods!
can it get any longer?
LOL

i like "let me half believe your suffering"
its honest atleast.
it feels kinda desperate on both halves... that of the narator and of the 'baby'

muku?
i think you are meaning maori facial tattoos are you not? or am i wrong?
it works (though its spelt Moko as far as i am aware).
based on the idea that it is the tattoo i like the stand off nature of it... a different way of portraying racial difference other than skin colour...

i like the DNA thing...
how many fathers come home these days?
how many kids know who their daddys are?

im here on mute
DAMNIT BOY I LOVE THAT!
life seems more clear when you just shut up and let it happen for a bit... stop and take notice or something like that...

I feel like raving, as subtle as a heart attack
But they hushed my baby,
Neighbours kept on listening


They shut her venues down
The Temple on Queen street
Cuba on Parnell ,
Turning cigar bars into piano bars
Lost gems

this (and the rest of the piece after this and the words before this after reading all this) reminds me of the song something about "down on main street" this dude who used to wander down main street to see this girl... or just to watch her come out of the club she worked in and get a taxi home coz there was something different about her... i dont know why but thats what im reminded of.

i think its cool that you name real streets.
i always wonder whether people actually use real street names or not in their stuff and because i am completely unfamiliar with their worlds i dont know if they do or not but you are talking (i guess) about auckland though most towns in NZ have a queen st so yeah...

anyways yes...
perhaps they are listening...
perhaps someone is listening
but prolly not coz its early hours some morning and we're still drunk and cant quite remember which way home is but dont cry... or atleast not so loud... lemme half believe your suffering...

you interest me.
i never read you enough...
| Posted on 2006-09-09 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]


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