APoetryRejectionReply

APoetryRejectionReply

by Charles Robert Hice on Wednesday, October 26, 2011 at 10:09am


APoetryRejectionReply

APoetryRejectionReply

This is apparently written. This is seemingly a submission. It might have won a price. It is supposed to be first place. It could have would have should have taken the poll position in the race. It smells like a lime burger cheese. The shoulder of the ham. The aftermath of the sneeze. A broken pipeline leaves no nose alone and this is sewing fishing line to rods reels. Yes, Rod is reeling at this is news to him. They took the negroes off the boat from Plymouth Rock they unloaded them at ParisMontebank and sold only a few of the ones who had not eaten from the scurvy for the powder in the bisquit sacks was only wormy. They dismanteled the Atomic Bomb the one they kept from World War Three the Cold one it was under wraps at Amarillo Proving ground they kept the core interim for a while. The recycled remains to be seen. Eye wept for the slave not the slaver was rich not the poor beggar who lived from the trip he was docile a non entity a good worker worth any price. They seldom lived until they died. Eye deserve my broken tooth for eye was white once upon a time. A small thin suffering part of Jesus in my mouth how lucky it seems now that Saint Anthony has chosen me to die in the Streets of San Antonio alive and hurt no one to come to help me but the unseen GOD. Sleep and dream of love.


Sleep and Dream of Love

HOBOS

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Homeless on bed on Street
There is too many addicts and users and drinkers too many crack users addicted too many winoes for one small downtown area the Bus Line brings them to you they walk from alleys and trash bins to clog the arteries of this city they beg for money and free cigarettes whilst pantomiming for all the other things they seek the crack for the pipes in the basement is locked the office will not see them all they need money the 666 is scrawled on all the important self grandiose citizens eye saw walk in clean clothing but they need money or a smoke or a drink or a crack rock or a crack stone like SHEEN iff they pay more they get a better buzz those rocks make a noise when they hit the pipe it goes CRACK eye guess that’s where they got the namme. Like wineo from wine and alcoholic from any old thing they drink a lot of it and some of them still stink even after the free wash from the terrible storm they are trying to sleep at the Church is calling them Cops downtown they are evicting them from every doorway and back alleyway now. Sure it bothers me sometimes eye get too many of them around me further out near the freeway and then its hard to sleep with so many of them crazy homeless all around me eye only wish the City would be more tolerant of the elder older men who do not smoke or crack or drink we need our doorway and our sleep we need more places in the storm to be. Just challenged for the space to live but keep the drunks away it might be a good idea for SAPD to carry lots of those breathalyzer things that tell them iff the person has been drinking make them blow the thing and take them with you to the Jail iff they fail the test let them sleep in the holding tank four hours is the limit for a drunk it might stop some of them from being downtown.

Bigot

Bigot
BIGOT
Photo bucket REMOVED this PICTURE
it was a Klansman in Robe
arms uplifted
in front of a
BURNING CROSS
There is a reason we do not let the colored vote here down south. They would win the election hands down. Let me explain this biased white thinking. You get the colored vote box. Lock them in the basement. Then we get the boxes we rigged up counting all the dead people in all the little cemetery's all around the town. James Brown and Jonny Dolittle and Tommy Thompson Gun and little Jinny Dickens. Polite Society WHITE names. NO black names here like Doctored Dree. We putt Malcom Powder in our white soap dishes then THE X on the ballot. The Jacksonion institution is boarded up the plantation x is closed. It is almost Halloween we all dress like Ghosts in big white sheets with hoods and lidded lifeless eyes. Possession is nine tenths of the law and eye got mine. We burn crosses on black lawns after five oclock we run from black to house and black once more we fill the town with fun and vote for white indangered folk we vote from nine to five. We prime the ballot box with water from the tap then soak them until dawn no one can read the colored votes they been there wet too long. We fill our ballots up with homemade votes all white and ready to be counted slick backed hair in buzz cuts and chew in all our glasses lipstick on the collar and thumbprints on the tumbler giving states evidence for late opinions just go behind the curtain and cast your white votes. You will come away with the certain feeling that now you are a Bigot.

Tribute 1 11 2011

TEN YEARS LATER

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11 1 2011 August 31, 2011
Tributetoo911 Adam Mayblum Who was that masked man he walked away without a word expected his horse silver in the sun his friend and Indian companion was so lost without him Tonto and his gunn. He was trapped on the eighty seventh floor. This is not his story it has been done this is only the tribute poem. He had to leave his friend behind to start with a tiny piece of his heart was gone. Mayblum said The very moment the first plane was hijacked, democracy won. I may be the first to say this he had the idea of helping others before he started down and that is why he is a great American. This story is too emotional CharlaX is undone I am near tears reading his email message there is not much left to say except salute. Whatever is still green in me salutes you Adam Mayblum. I love the way you tried to help them. Understand this android would have loved you even iff you only saved your own neck but now I love you sight unseen because you first loved them your friends even your few enemies you may have had to leave some all behind because of circumstances come is what makes a hero out of just a Brave American. That is all. Tributetoo911 Adam Mayblum.
By: Charles Robert Hice

HappyHuntingGround OR Afterlife

HappyHuntingGround OR Afterlife
by Charles Robert Hice on Tuesday, August 30, 2011 at 1:54pm

HappyHuntingGround.docx

HappyHuntingGround

Happy hunting ground OR Afterlife

In the brevity of time we face.

There will of course be no hunting signs in heaven the lion with the lamb both of them eating SLABS OF BACON forget it not going to happen sort of thing do you see the reason NOTHING IN MY HOLY MOUNTAIN shall cause hurt or pain is written in the Bible is full of it now there will be no stinking drinking the wine is new the wheat is on the table the fish falling from the water falling from the waterfall for view each fish in heaven eating just the sort of grasses rushes made for fish to do they seem to like the roots where CANNIBAL'S hide and they swallow goldfish NO it will not ever happen this could have been written by Doctor Stranglove.

IN the Afterlife there will be people living forever the concept not something we who still live on Earth can understand. Eye have said this before in different places and different ways you will not be wandering around looking for people to talk too heaven does not work this way there is not going to be endless coffee klatches there no meeting of the minds for every person there is Jesus worshiping GOD try to get the concept of GOD and WORSHIP it is 24 seven. No more tears no more sorrow. Not your nickel there not your idea not your concept someone elses domain. no corner beer stores in heaven no beer mart drive ons no drunks careening out of control on my freeway is only a dusty unused road eye will stare down it once for ten thousand years this is the idea of heaven for me and no one will come on my road to hurt me again and no one will break me no more did you hear this homeless roar Afterlife.

Not your nickel there not your idea not your concept someone elses domain.

9mmFunn

9mmFUNN

9mmFUNN
Eye walk a long way out to sleep in an unsafe place the plan is to be quiet on the way so nerves will let me rest when home it takes me over three hours just to make the trip the sidewalk is no funn most of the business is closed the ones which are there pandering to rich tourists or poor enclaves of local ghetto dwellers there. some burger joints a few fancy restaurants the most peculiar peccadillo is the motels behind the locked fences the rooms boarded up no hole untouched no way inside even iff someone left the sidewalk and scaled the fence they could never get into the room at all there is a Pinkerton Guard they live on the premises inside there personal cars not sure where they even enter the property from they come they go they guard the worthless property eye suppose to keep the homeless out. Eye was pushing the shopping cart eye stopped on the sidewalk just resting my sore foot some then BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG the boy in the car lifted the pistol with the clip to make sure eye seen this. There is only one reason for there to be only FIVE bullits the police still do this for safety. Eye was already thirsty but suddenly my mouth got very dry. Every bullit missed me. OR they must be blanks. Some old men die of heart attacks. They must have been trying to scare me. It is just as bad as bullits bouncing on the tarmac would have been more deadly. But eye got very little sleep last nite after the shooting spree at me was it worth the child's laughter. The person who did this is probably surprised eye did not fall down and die. Eye am assuming this is what they were after.

PayPerView

PayPerView

Pin money is usually about a thousand they give it to the drunks they pin inside the vest then forget they even got it so used to milching drinks the bartender brings them out of habit someone else is paying tabs. My mind is hurting by the remembering of the money she wanted lots of things a rented room the pool (they kicked her out of the pool) its not in season they said its not in use for guests she went there anyway climbing over the rail only coming out when they threatened to take away the room. She went out for food not bringing anything back for me NOT worth one dollar to me is what she told me. I sat in my chair with my 40 ounce beer and it was not the first one or the last. So now eye had a focus WHERE did you get the food when she said SUbway off eye went there quick they gave me the small seven inch medium one meat for two dollars eye took it back to the room they dont even make a one dollar sandwitch anymore then we made love banging the headboard into the wall like a Charles Bukowski poem. Eye was very depressed not likeing her much because she thought eye was not worth food. You have to leave at Eleven eye told her forlornsomely when the Pay runs out for the day is over now. She got in the shower eye asked her what will she do without me JUST GO she said she is trying to get the bed bugs out of her hair. Eye left not even the memory of the sex inside of me a mind devoid of thinking of pleasure eye began another homeless day of PayPerView.