poem

Oyasuminasai (Good Night)

My pillow beckons
soft feather whispers
and dreams of places
I knew once before
Between my fragrant sheets
should I chance to find peace
and settle upon a cloud
of silent repose
I shall ponder my destiny
and the path that I tread
which leads naturally onward
begins tonight in my bed.

Linda G. Hill
May 11, 2005

Washed-up Porn

It hangs down hairy and warm
The sac between his legs
with which he scares the girls
in their twenty-something business suits
as they rush home on the train

He sits in his window and smiles
as the faces flash by
up level with the el
his beard drips
honeycoffeesnot

What he has and what he has not
are in essence the same
For his penile futility
once celebrated in slithering porn
is backdropped only by the sac
with which he scares the girls.

Silence

The quiet that lives
inside my brain
The void of thought
The lightless
airless vacuum
into which I struggle not to fall
Always there
Always there
You’re always here
and yet
sometimes you leave me
to fend off the external madness
alone
As the clock ticks by
the seconds, the minutes the hours
the days weeks months years to my death
even the device itself
leaves me sitting
in technologically faulted
muteness

This blessed silence
for which I pray daily
and loathe nightly
leaves me with the yen
for a human heart
beat

L.G.Hill
August 23, 2005

Black

Your heat prickles my skin
in chilled beads of salty desire
your hair whips against my heart
and pulls my pulse from my body
I writhe at your mercy
Please, please give me your life.
My will
I will
see you as nothing but
everything

Stars and Char

As I hold you under the stars
And the threads of my jeans threaten
to pop
The fireflies dance in the smoke-drenched air
remains of our smouldering mound
of char

Your sighs say only that
you breathe the same air as I
but I long – I want to take –
I wish – I need to taste
the warm scent
of your moans.

As I pull you closer, closer under the stars
Nearer my thread-strained jeans
And my eyelids blink upon waltzing fireflies
And I inhale the smoke, your sigh, the scent of my
name upon your lips,
says you are mine
at
last

Passing

Over you I hover
as a bee

But I cannot be
seen

I am a ghost
of the past

I have passed
away

Since I have been
I’ve seen

The very scene
in which you will join me

For you I will care
to bare

My soul when you bear
the pain of our union

For now I will watch
as you spend your hours

until ours
are one.

Nightmares

How fast I run,
I run from the blade
But in dreams my feet won’t go fast

How hard I push
I push on the pedal
But in dreams the car still rolls back

How sad, I cry
I cry for the loss
But in dreams my family has passed

How deep I sleep
I sleep ’cause I must
For in dreams my life fades to black

One Night Stand

When all of the lights
have dimmed, then gone out
and it’s just you and me
skin against skin
under covers of silk

No one can know how
our private commingling
with hot wax and fire
can serve us precisely
what we need to survive

In the daylight tomorrow
when we are re-covered
with inflexible masks
of social exertion
we’ll pretend unacquaintance

But tonight only we can
know yield and endowment
of intimate fusion
of blood, sweat and passion
under covers of silk

Social Inertia

How we cheapen ourselves
for the sake of the masks we wear.
For the sake of popularity.
For the sake of self-satisfaction.

We may take our lives to extremes,
vicariously,
or hidden here in social media.

And for what?
So that we can feel
included,
lift our spirits,
while we rest on our asses and let life pass us by.

Go out, I say
Taste the vapours of outdoors
Hear the sounds of real traffic
Not that of the hits on your site
I say while I sit
In the vacuum of my internetz