Black Swan (for w.r.) 

by Holly Blue                                            

There is a stage 

In your heart where

Dead writers go to play,

You watch their… Read full post »

Chained By Satellites

by Holly Blue

There's no luck in you,

You've gone up and dried,

I took a line from your book, made a bet against your tries

Again and again to shelter yourself from a storm 

Nobody had forecast;

Now you're looking… Read full post »

American Eye Pits and a Scar

 by Holly Blue

The American must destroy something,

It is almost a necessary if one is to get anywhere;

Then afterwards,

After the destruction,

The bones will turn into pearl walls,

Pearl gates and necklaces, and 

Ladders to… Read full post »

"If you die, you're completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I'm not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I've got." ~ Kurt Cobain

Fidget (for K. Cobain)

by Holly Blue

You looked upon life as pestilent,

Yet you always… Read full post »

"Apprehensive, unable to work, Joshua began to sift through cardboard boxes that had not been unpacked since they left London, sorting out old papers. The days are long, Seymour's grandmother had said, but the years fly past." - Mordecai Richler, 'Joshua Then and Now'

While looking through so… Read full post »

December 3rd Insomnia

by Holly Blue

The next morning recorded you

Not at your best, but you smile as

You scratch your ear,

The left one;

Your eyes show you in another place

But fighting to stay where you are,

Panic and professionalism;

Key traits in your trade.

Gray hair… Read full post »

Disjointed And Awfully Aware:

In A Lifetime Driving I Lost David Byrne's Watch In The Back Roads Of Arkansas

by Holly Blue

We passed all the paper plants

My feet feel lost on this ground that houses

An infirmary that's collapsed

Buildings are high when we drive away from the… Read full post »

The Boy Who Would Be King (a poem for Michael Jackson)

by Holly Blue

Never grew up;

Never wanted to.

It was Time's curse - yet

He was not convinced 

Of it's reality;

Rebelling against something he

Had no concept of; wasn't allowed to,

Only allowed to… Read full post »

Mechanical Alterlife (2015-2027)
by Holly Blue

A heart like a volcano, and mine of rusted horses;
It won't be long before we are all a statistic. 
A simple response.
It is a fine art what we are up to.
Steadying the balance of mechanical creatures
Too decadent like I was in the process of 
Living f… Read full post »

I sat down and wrote a poem of Hunter Thompson, the father figure I chose instead of the real, and truly disappointing, father I had; and I can truly say that Hunter has been an exceptional father figure to me, even in death.

The Pure Man Surrounded With Peacocks (For… Read full post »

I never knew what my fathers job was. All I knew was that whatever it was, it required a suit & a tie, & when he got home, threatening to kill me. 

I remember vaguely a sense of apprehension, that quickly & quietly escalated into fear, following me around all day… Read full post »

I recently found a whole group on Facebook inhabited by people dedicated solely to the cause of asking God to "fix" Saturday Night Live, to make Saturday Night Live funny again. I am quite serious.

So far there are 39 human beings who are, in my opinion, completely batshit crazy;… Read full post »