Long Jackhammer Poems
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Galaxy of stars supplies
signal event in dark skies.
Tall straight pines birthed as light poles
heavens hallow grown-up roles.
Mirrored in the brook below
current venue ceases flow.
Trees denuded of their leaves
while soon empty forest grieves.
Destined now to carry light
to a busy city's night;
poles' inaugurations move
into town when works approve.
Loudly speaks the jackhammer
amid much-needed clamor;
tearing up pathway's veneer
to create an urban sphere.
Rows of trees, now rows of poles
spaced apart so man controls.
Homesick still for forest fog
they learn to cope via smog.
April 17, 2023
A bit of ekphrasis inspired by a photograph of
the Milky Way highlighting a forest of pines,
Star Dreams by Dasha Kern on Deviant Art.
Ruth Ann is a subcriminal
Picks up a pen from offices and banks
She did not plan or mean to be a thief
She slides them into her purse without antic or cranks
Unfortunately this habit led to others
She shoplifts clothes, and a jackhammer
She is no longer welcome in homes of her brothers
So sad that she eventually ends up in the slammer
She should have never stolen from Daddy Hank
For his new trophy wife is a huge ugly crank
The family tries to get Daddy to back off,
But all wife-y has to do is give a come-hither-cough
So Ruth Ann ended up behind bars for life
And her daddy is still pleased with his mean trophy wife.
Someone playing a concrete violin
with a jackhammer
on a midnight sidewalk,
street lights gawk,
flickering fascination,
tuning keys locked,
rosin swipes declined
chalks marks hold hop scotch trinkets
tossed into the numbered squares,
pawned now for a glass of chardonnay
and a plate of cheese
Paneled walls ache
of yesterday’s smoke rings,
scentless air fresheners,
hanging Christmas trees
presumed innocent,
only here for the music
and rear view mirrors
cherry lipstick traces on a folded napkin
crimson half circles
prints on either side
someone will be kissed tonight
I’ll take it with me
I love the flavor
Passionate Affair
my head throbbed like
a jackhammer in full bore
my eyes felt like pieces of
eighty grit sandpaper
it was another Tequila Sunrise
which was no surprise
when we first met, I was her
bad boy, Desperado type,
she was my Witchy Woman
I was the New Kid in Town,
she was an old hand In the City
we both liked to live
Life in the Fast Lane
we first met at the sleazy, time worn
Hotel California
our love affair set my life
on fire and left me feeling
on top of the world
it all came crashing down
when she said what do we
do After the Thrill is Gone
I knew she was angling for
a way to end it
she finished her drink
cooly stood up and walked out
no word of goodbye nor tear
in her eye
she left a gaping supermassive black
Hole in the World
I was sucked in to the hole
with no chance to escape
tequila was my only relief
I live in hope that
One of These Nights
I will find another just like her
Pen and paper in hand, words swirling in my head,
Working on my big essay, Sounds and Whispers, and planning.
Buzz, crash, drip, pop, whoosh, splash, bang!
Startling me, what are those sounds?
A phantom mouse, maybe, hiding under my desk.
I’m sure I heard a squeak.
Jumping up, I knock over my cup—splash, it crashes to the floor.
I gasp, arms flailing; my elbow hits a box perched on the shelf,
My eyes follow it, mid-air, SLAM—
The box hits the desk, BOOM.
I stifle a scream, peering at the phantom mouse scurrying around.
I sigh—my heart races.
Thump, thump! Like a jackhammer.
Wet shoes, making SQUELCHING sounds and slipping as I go.
Buzzing, like a tiny plane,
Just as I grab the handle,
A big, black horsefly lands on my hand,
I try to shoo it away—
But SMACK! SMACK! SQUISH!
Crossing the threshold to safety,
That squeak returns; the not-so-phantom mouse, is closing in on me.
Crack, crack and pop, pop, I run,
Chunky little legs carrying me
Out of this nightmare — fast.
You're a worn-down puzzle, missing every other piece of you
You lie so incredibly much - you believe every single one is true
For someone who brags at how "real" they are
You sure do love to bring me bruised and scars
I jackhammer your walls and you just build them back up
We have no interaction and no affection - I'll never be enough
Alone just alone I'm destined to be
'Cause in my eyes - nobody has been good enough for me
I'll keep the boys wondering about my heart
Thinking always in my world they can always outsmart
I can be a bloody-evil, manipulative wild grey witch
Or you can take the first punch, and I'll let you watch as I turn into a sorceress
So I can bless you - or I can genuinely f--k you up
And you think you and your ex's had it rough?
Like a djinn - I'll soar through the sky
Counting every last single millisecond - 'til the world croaks and dies
In the blink of an eye - I can give it all to you
Or I can switch-up - making you permanently black and blue
See? I'll never be the one to throw that first debilitating punch
But I can still watch your world around you come crashing down all at once
The lesson here is, "you shall not pass,"
You f--ked up my world - so watch your's crash
Imagine if I was able to take every memory of me straight from your head
And you'll wake up tomorrow in a foreign bed
Rationalize, justify - even in every single one of your truths you still lie
Ah, faith! Golly gosh, life in the city!
Hustle and bustle n' a big metro wander
Exhaustion, life, anger and pretty gritty
Misty, grimy lights loudly grab a beggar
The sidewalk shops like a cold surround
Hot action, big ole' vanilla sidewalks
Graffiti walls, in dab color bound
Hot streets quietly grab nighthawks
Where is the sunny cloud vapors?
In downtown burg retreats
Out above on dark street skyscrapers
Crestin' over in mean dark streets
U' gotta love corner words
Chatter, rattle, natter, prattle
People jabber like yakkety-yak birds
Cigarettes gab under dark doorway shadow
Gazing in windows calmly at low down
In dusty, dry walk-in cafes
Grimy flowers grab at dead grass mown
Fish eyeing brutal building facades, near dead eye alleyways
Oh, noise!
Man like a machine
Never like a jackhammer that annoys
The faceless toiler that is mean and lean
Horn noise, action, in a 'crown vic'
Cabbies scowering for revenues
While crashing, dashing in street quick
O' life in bright light big city blues
Within the blah blah blah, heart of the city
You can endure all that jazz you wish it to be
There's an angry, confused and sad man - I see it in his eyes
Putting up a synthetic smile and front - his primary disguise
He's choking and suffering in his pointless mundane life
So the anger, rage, and hatred course thru his veins - he cuts himself w/ a knife
He tries to hang himself - killing what he believes is a reincarnated life
Yet yearning and craving the normalcy of children and a wife
His backwards "love" he attempts to display
Will never fix what's still wrong with us today and yesterday
He doesn't comprehend what healthy love entails today
Instead he's stuck in our distant past of yesterdays
A working companionship consists of a tight-knit positivity of a team
But for us ever attempting to work again - it's just become a pipe dream
The self-centered selfishness of violent and unpredictable hate
From me every ounce of my energy it will take
Seldom do we follow what both you and I know we need to do
But it confuses this process when I'm truly me and you're not truly you
It will never be balanced 'cause you've always gotta win
While I'm left trapped in your itty-bitty corner - alone by myself I'll defend
Like an idealistic symbol of a Luciferian Templar Knight
I become lost within your hypnotizing infinite blight
Dizzying and dirtying my robotic mind
You've become the junior of the serial killer - 'cause you'll torture, kill, and bind
Like an Old God with a soul who's lost the entirety of his shine
Turning over and churning the possibilities in your mentally sick mind
Overnighting in a haunted cemetery - coated with your gas-like bliss
But lost in your madness of a world - succumbed to your poisonous kiss
Tumbling down into your rabbit hole of your echoing and murderous pit of Hell
Where all you jaded and twisted angels landed and ultimately fell
Oh but you?! You're different! You're the King of 'em all
Exhausted and desperately - I concoct and build my bulletproof wall
I watch in utter horror as you jackhammer all of them down
I'm waking dazed and confused in your Hell's Pit - trapped w/ you underground
Tweet pop weet whistle sleet slew tweet
I spend hours trying to write down a songbird’s notes
Robins, cardinals, wrens, sparrow, and thrush.
But I cannot capture their lyrics in our known alphabet.
I finally realized it is because they have beaks, not mouths.
They make sounds we are incapable of imitating.
Blue jay and crow are easy to mimic. Screech and caw.
Woodpecker is a jackhammer. Tatta Tatta Tatta Tatta Tatta.
But the songbirds’ lyrics cannot be captured.
Not with our current language, it is not sufficient.
This is possibly why I am enamored and thrilled to listen.
Spending hours trying to duplicate their musical score.
Brilliant red cardinals are the males, the pink ones females.
It is said they are spiritual messengers, and I have six of them.
Wrens and sparrows fly past at breakneck speed, like shadows.
Does the hummingbird make any noise at all? Mine moves like a bee.
I am totally fascinated by my song birds and their personalities.
I have a red winged blackbird that has an orange dash instead of red.
The blue jay is the most unwelcome. When he swoops down the others leave.
The black crow is the most evasive, with his loud angry, mean-sounding caw.
For once, I want to come home and rest:
It felt like my heart's beating out of my chest.
The work week was grueling, that's for sure:
Absolute silence is my only cure.
Instead of expecting peace and quiet,
I'm hearing a lot of noise and riots.
Some people don't have any decency left;
They play their music till they're almost deaf.
It gets worse on the 4th of July;
After 1 a.m., the fireworks still fly.
And don't get me started on people with phones:
The voices are louder than their ringtones.
Construction jackhammer, dogs barking,
People arguing over double parking:
Motorcycle engines, car and truck horns;
Nothing is worse than a tired man scorned.
I can't deal with this racket anymore!
So I bought a megaphone from the $10 store.
I began to use it and here's what I said:
"Listen up, y'all! I'm lying in my bed.
You're giving me a headache from the noises you make,
And that is a very costly mistake.
There'll be consequences if I hear another peep:
Now shut up and let me get some sleep!"