A Walking In The WoodsA Walking In The Woods By Hoy HattamA Walking In The Woods
I have the greatest want inside of me And that is to grow arms like centipedes’ legs, Hundreds of them and with half-moon claws for nails And I want to dig those claws into the middle of your skull, All of them, And peel you open.
As you force molt, I will see your insides, Finally. And then I will whisper my thoughts into you, Sew you up again with my tongue, And sooth your scar with my night-terrors. And when you open your eyes again, You will see things the way I do.
You will see how green
AwkwardAwkward By Nicholas Hoj HattamAwkward
Whenever I’m in a terribly uncomfortable situation Or place I have this urge To peel the muscles, The pink twins running And laughing on either side of my spine, I have the urge to peel them off and Toss them onto the floor Like bad salmon. Bad- Bad salmon.
It helps to wonder what other People want to do in such situations. Are airports, proms, and the thirty-minutes just before Cocktail hours Really that awful that the body’s first and Most rational escape plan is to tear Its
Metaphorical ClutterMetaphorical Clutter By Nicholas Hoj HattamMetaphorical Clutter
While I was screaming at you for turning into a lion, A bug fell out of my mouth, All big and black. Your foot turned into the shape Of your mother’s finger And squished it. I started crying flowers that turned into rats When they hit the ground,
And then to stone when you touched them.
When I woke up the next morning I coughed up bullets and knew I was late because you had cut off my legs. I started throwing the corpses that sat in piles On the bedroom floor out of the way While looki
ArnoldArnold, an architect, approachable, always amiable attire, amicable attitude. An affordable address at Alabaster Avenue. An accommodation amply adorned; ancient African artefacts and abstract articles attained at art auctions. Arnold acted as administrator at Abel Architecture Association. Always awake and attentive, awaiting academics after apartment amendments and adjustments. An answerphone assembled at agency, angry amber Aldebaran, an alarm appearing as an alternating apparition, awaiting attention.Arnold
An August afternoon, Arnold aches after accelerated aerobics alongside a
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Nicholas L. H.
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First Voice: What did you die of then?
Second Voice: Nothing much. Just death really.
Third Voice: Well, there's worse things to die of than that.
[link] This should be the right one!
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First Voice: What did you die of then?
Second Voice: Nothing much. Just death really.
Third Voice: Well, there's worse things to die of than that.
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"I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart." --Vincent Van Gogh
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