Taylor Hicks Poetry – Friday March 28, 2014

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THE GOAL
I do not write to the peanut gallery.
My intentions are clear and free.
Quite a distance from being with malicious, muddled intent.
And without disregard to the history of the medium.
A crafted stream of consciousness flowing right,
Abstract poetry is certainly
the
\–.goal.–/

THE END OF A TUESDAY, WRITING UPON REMEMBERINGS OF A MONDAY-DAY
fixed a machine,
cut my hand
works now though
just a simple pulley system.
writin’ down thoughts
while the television rambles on
on mute.

remember
a tornado drill
siren and voice to every room.
get to your tornado shelter
students gather in the main hall
connecting
or
separating
the boys
and the girls’ side.
we’re off
off to see the wizard!
I’ll get you
and your rez mutt too
two children
come clamoring

next day
standing in line
what are we waiting for?
I’m just checking my mailbox
what are all of these people doing behind us?
I don’t know. sometimes that happens.
what happens?
people just start lining up behind me

someone familiar
stands in a long line
squirming
checking their watch
needing to use the restroom.

fading
I meditate
alone
in the dark of my room
to Canon in D
remixes
re-masterings
and such.

HOBBES, LOCK, AND DROP IT
Locke
Hobbes
Rousseau
Descartes
Wollstonecraft
Paine
Burke.
tis impossible
to study
for a history
examination.
exam
a
nation
ye know not
when to retire
from study
of a tangled web.

IT’S FOR YOU, AND I THINK IT’S THE DEVIL
do you
know
what I am
talking about
do you
see what
I see
do
you hear
what
I hear
what are you
doing
right now
sitting
here
reading this
how
conscious
are you
I wanna know if
you are
experienced