ragged

ragged

A Poem by Nathan HUelsbeck
"

i don't know anymore

"
The roads echo
As I un bind my thumbs
Searching for home
Through back alleys
And junk yards
Only to find
My self ragged and tired

I scratch my voice in search of
The right things to say
Amongst all the wrong things
That fall out
Pick through
Piles of
Late nights when you were not home
And I was
To sober to
Catch a ride north

I drank in fractions
Of all the ways I wanted to say hello
Never really could divide between
Your silly shrug
And the whispers in my ear  

So I decided to
Scream
But only rubbish came out

And you told me
That there was a place for every thing……

© 2010 Nathan HUelsbeck


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drank in fractions
Of all the ways I wanted to say hello
Never really could divide between
Your silly shrug
And the whispers in my ear
i liked that stanza a lot...the words flow with such ease and such freshness...lovely again..

Posted 10 Years Ago


appropriate yes, that was the idea i had in mind, a forced binding that was, now removed, this one was sparked by you i have to say.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this tells such a tale, nath.. i love the opening stanza, the unbinding of the hitch-hiking thumb.. funny thing is, for some reason i also thought of how the chinese used to bind feet. not sure why it sparked that image, but it seems appropriate?

Posted 10 Years Ago



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