Spirithread

my fabric

oh lord

‘tis so easily crushed

‘tis never ironed

completely

straight again

-BH

7 27 09

I found this in a notebook that I kept whilst I was performing on the road last summer. Found it kind of interesting, so I decided to paste it to my computer screen.

10:17 pm and I've managed to get a hotel room
next to a waffle house.
The guy next to me asks what I'm smokin'
then what I'm writin'
then where I'm from.
10:23 pm and I'm drinkin' coffee
smokin'
and eatin' hashbrowns
in Charlotte, NC
lil' yellow house on the corner
of Sunset rd and _______
make a pilgrimage.
When I left the hotel room
a little black cat
was waitin' for me.
It followed me here.
They wouldn't let her come inside
so from what I can tell
She's waitin' for me at the door.
There's a storm cracklin' outside
lightnin' cuttin' across
the smokey sky
and I'm in love...
too bad she ain't here.
I'd like the comfort
cause I'm broke
worse
deep in the hole
and my bank don't give a shit
but I do.
A big one.
Fuck
Why am I drinkin' coffee?
I'm an insomniac...
that just ain't smart.
The prostitute
on the other side of me
just ordered a chocolate milk
cheeky
And I'm startin' to think
I'm in a segregated restaurant.
All the black people
are on that side,
and the Whites are eyin' me funny
now the blacks
are eyin' me funny...
Hell, the waitress even looks strange
but this guy next to me
didn't say a word.
So I guess I'm alright.
Was my home state
always this way?
Maybe so,
but ain't that America?
Blacks on the Left
Whites on the Right
and a broke, hungry poet
smokin', gettin' wired
and obviously in the wrong place.
With a warm bed next door
a black cat outside
and a woman
who ain't there...

BH
Charlotte NC
7 27 09

BH and his Atomic Mind

They found me at the picnic table
protecting my irises with aviator sun glasses
protecting my shoulders
with spiritual burden
chewing steadily on falafel
scribbling some sense
on my wooden tablet

I mean
it's not like i
was trying to hide

I was in the sunlight
skin taking a strange tone
chocolate cherry

I digress

My jeans
took the sun's light
and relayed it's heated message
to my thighs
while my chest
under my t-shirt
got the sun directly

I guess i wasn't feeling
conservative
that day

That day
they found me
in a state of contemplation
so intense
that my brain waves
seemed to radiate
exciting my hair
which spiraled
in spasms of glee

Tiny hairs
stretching from my chin
tiny bags
hanging like
"do not disturb" signs
from my eyelids

And here I was
waiting to be found
as all things are
and I was
and so shall you be

BH.

Ideas of Infinity

Sudden
like the burst
of a thousand
molecular spasms
cradling light
in its earthy bosom
our precious
our love

There's no other aspect
no luminescence
that propels us as readily
through dense curtains of air
so thick in their pollutants

and we
with craniums
with atomic minds
disrupting the dense hypocrisy
of our forefathers...
of ourselves

like the idea
shot us
right out of a canon
and our thoughts
soaring ahead
became a bullet
through God's brain

A life

to live
perchance
to dream

BH

Forces of Nature

Gravity, being a real asshole, was in a particularly bad mood. No one is really clear as to the reason why, but when you spend all of your time keeping people down, the emotional exhaustion can be quite taxing. Carl was sharpening his pencil on the 7th floor of his office building, when all of a sudden, Gravity got tired of keeping him grounded. So it let go. Carl slowly drifted to the the ceiling, with an expression on his face that indicated pure terror. Pressed against the white boards, he gently waved his arms as if trying to swim. 0g however, doesn't work that way. Carl only succeeded in catching a small breeze which sent him floating over towards a window which was left carelessly opened. This caught the attention of his co-workers, who's gaping mouths and wide eyes did no more to help him than the non-existent window blinds. Carl began to slip right out of the window. Ted, being a friend to Carl, ran after him trying to offer him a hand or broomstick to hold onto, but he was too late for Carl had already succeeded in drifting up into the cerulean sky and soon would be floating out in the nothingness of space.

Ted was sad, as was Carl's girlfriend Amy. She never dated again. Instead, she devoted her days to promoting oral hygiene. She would occasionally paint portraits of rolling pins. Carl's parents were both senile and had completely forgotten that Carl was ever born, but for some reason they couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. Carl's dog, Biscuits, succeeded in digging himself out of their apartment, and finding a new family that would feed him puppy mix regularly. He was happy. However, missing his original owner, Biscuits would engage in a weekly ritual which consisted of chewing at the curtains and howling the melody of "I'll stand by you" by the pretenders towards the sky, waiting to hear a response from his master.

Carl wasn't heard from for a long time. And everyone cared...

except for Gravity.



BH



PS. Listen to the Gorillaz...


El Manana - Gorillaz

GorillazMySpace Music Videos

Neck. Tie.

I tie my neck to my shoulders
with silk and cloth,
argyle and tartan,
an inexplicable knot
of Gordian proportions.

I wear a lapelled jacket
to frame my tie,
accentuate it.
Black or blue,
because I have to.

And buy my pants
to match my jacket,
to tuck my shirt,
to frame my tie,
hide my penis,
and cover my ass.

I buy black socks
for no real reason.
Maybe I'm just compelled to,

but my shiny shoes
are designed to attract women,
protect my red painted toenails,
hide my practical socks,
and protect my ankles
when dogs nip at my heels.

My cuff links
link my cuffs.

My tie pin
pins my tie.

And all are designed
to attract your eye
to my wonderful tie,
which I can't live without.

I must tie my neck down,
to keep my head on straight .

-BH

Whimsical Judgement

Bang the gavel

once or twice!

Bang it

once or twice

Again!

Bang it once
to rouse the spirit!

bang it twice

if you'll condemn!

bang it

three times!

Oh yes, three!

if there is something

worse in store!

Bang it

four times!

Make them cry!

and if they don't

then Bang some more!

-BH!

She is.

She's the love,
and I dreamt of her
while walking,

And I think of her
upon sleeping,

And I yearn for her,
even now.

And nothing as sweet
will touch these lips,

And she in aesthetics
crushes all form.

For men didn't make her,
Women didn't shape her;

She was shaped
by billions of years
of coincidence.

Or a very careful hand
with brilliant love,
and a passion for perfection.

She is my love,
and she is benevolence,
and she is absolution,
and she is.

BH

Just in Case

Here's my facebook account.
Big step right?
nah not really.
Maybe you'd like to be friends.
My Facebook.

BH:)

On to Heaven

See if you can find the rhythm. It might help to read out loud. I rarely read my stuff out loud, but I'll admit that this is one of the few that I enjoy to read and hear.

Years and weeks and days,
And time is just as still,
As rooms and rivers without love,
and something underneath it all
continues still to rise,
and right above this normal plane,
are fields of flowing laughter,
And we're just tryin' to get that high,
for something isn't right,
We get so high when we feel low,
and though it isn't real,
we're wrapped up in the feeling,
cause it's all we'll really know,
When we can see the stars,
but just as white polka-dot ceilings,
it's just that freedoms hard,
and when then it is put to thought,
we get the more uneasy
at the thought of being free,
our feet don't look as sturdy
when we take off into flight,
so look to left and right
and make a life of horizontals,
connect point A to B or C,
don't worry 'bout the depth,
cause once you start to rise
you see the houses get much smaller,
and sweat in clouds and rainbows,
because you can fall so far,
and losing heaven hurts so bad,
but did you ever ponder,
how ugly then
are streets of gold?

-BH

Hey :)

It's my birthday :)
-Holbrook

A note on Jimmy

People always told Jimmy
that he would probably be late for his own funeral.
I just don't understand
why they were so surprised
when he actually was...

-BH

What I do at Work...

So I wrote this as a direct stream of consciousness, which means that you can't judge too harshly. I basically do things like this all day at work. -BH

Sellin' this bullshit,
I'm not excited,
Jesse's sellin' bullshit,
he ain't excited,
Ari's sellin' bullshit,
she ain't excited,
Katlyn's sellin bullshit,
she ain't excited,
Emily's got the day off,
I'd be excited,
I'm writin' shit down,
Jesse's on the internet,
Ari's watchin' videos,
Wonder if we'll all regret,
Wastin' this time here,
Empty money, empty time,
I console myself with pens,
just to keep my soul sublime,
what's with this art man?
Want to make it for the world,
pay me so that I can fly,
to Greensboro to see my girl,
New York is like that,
skinny cats get fat,
feedin' off the people,
when we get cheese, we look like rats,
Mercury risin'
It's good because the winters cold,
Love is still in retrograde,
Souls are still worth less than pearls,
Who built that clock man?
Geez it's tickin' awful fast,
feels like time is speedin' up,
twenty twelve will be a blast,
While we're waitin' for a raise,
waitin' in this endless daze,
waitin' for the end of days,
wadin' in this empty haze,
I'm just a crab guys,
so I'm walkin' sideways...

For the Sake of...

Just bought a big
bottle of Sake.
I want people to think
I'm cool.
I'm gonna drink that sake,
'till I'm drunker than shit.
Then I'm gonna climb the
Empire State
and shout to the world;
"Hey world!
Ain't I cool!?:"
and if they say "no",
I'm gonna jump.

-BH
2-25-09
union square

I Have Issues

Why?
Because I've been watching this Video.
How often?
3 times a day
every day
for the past 3 or 4 weeks.

I have a problem.
But I'm not lookin' to give it up
anytime soon.

...Why the hell did I write it like a poem!?!?

When E.L. goes

I remember her as formless.
Something of a wisp,
Kissing the back of my neck.
A lucid memory,
Like mist around your ankles,
And leaves about your hair.

She stands in my heart,
As God stands in the details,
And the details are of space
And time.
Something distant sings,
In harmony with the wind.

Peering through my window,
Wrapped in cloud cover,
A stringed ornament is used
To catch the melody.
Love is in the currents,
As time is in the imagination.

No one blinks,
As light flows
Like firefly rivers.
That light is of her skin,
As hers is paired with mine,
As stars sing throughout space.

-BH

For a Dying Mother

O sweetheart.
My beautiful
full
Green Mother.
Feel you twirlin'
singin'
dancin' in blue moonlight.
O baby I see you smile
every early mornin'
little birds singin' to you
as it washes you sweet woman
in that warm liquid light.
You smile still
in the midst of all our tears.
Cause we know you're dyin'.
Every time we stop
we can feel it.
You feel it too mama,
you just don't dance
like you used to.
I wanna hug your
full, beautiful
woman's figure.
Caress your soft brown skin.
Kiss you softer than the sun does.
Those wrinkles don't matter to me mama,
you're still so, so beautiful.
And my father,
he still loves you.
You took such good care of us baby,
I'll take care of you now.
I'll dance with you.
Now show me that beautiful smile.

-BH

Bookstore Poetry

I wrote this poem in a bookstore. Thought I'd share it.

I will roam,
forgetting the sound of my voice,
to put you back together again.
A child-like mind
with a God-like disposition,
looking without
eyes,
but with my own desire
for you to achieve
Perfection.
Give me a paint brush
And I will illustrate
a piece of music
So beautiful
that you will hear again.
And if I use my
instrument
to play for you a newer
more beautiful
Reality,
I know you will stand again,
and with new eyes,
Look upon me
as the Old Child
You've been waiting for.
-BH

Holbrook Beats the Devil

Beat the Devil today
Saw him at the Bodega
right down the street
buyin' a honey bun
and a bag of utz.
He turned and smiled
said "hi"
"why not?" I thought
"If mankind is right
all of the world's problems
caused
by this guy."
So I rolled up my sleeves
and kicked his ass.
Devil might have horns
but he fights like a little
bitch.
So I beat the Devil world
now everything will be okay.
I've done my part world.
And you're welcome.

B.H.

Zeus took a shit

High above the clouds
on top of great Olympus
the great king of the gods
in all of his majesty
and awe inspiring glory
took a shit
and read the paper.
He read of famine
of brother killing brother
of people being consumed
from the inside out
by the physical manifestation
of their own hatred.
He read of his planet
slowly and methodically
being eaten away at
and penetrated
bled
and raped
for the masses
to feed their families.
He read about explosives
much more powerful
than his own jagged
design
ripping through the flesh
of his children's mother.
And he read about the atrocities
men laid upon each other
women too actually
in the name of an old friend
to whom he hasn't spoken
in a long time
and at this
he growled
full of anger and resolve.
Zeus folded his paper
and decided
that it was time to descend
to Earth
to save his planet.
Starting now...
but alas
no toilet paper
on the day he decided
to wear his favorite
white, spotless toga.

B.H