Barrett Dillon Hycner
Hummingbird II
Bring on the young virgins
Blood and sacrifice Missions of doom On the altar lay The machine in us Or are we the dream Metal gears Sweet grinding tears Drinking milk from the teat Like we were born from it We are all calves sucking Meager existence We are all drowning Mired in the snow Ribs showing No sustenance in weeks We are all burning With desires The opiate of our needs Turning toward heaven Like there is something there Breathing air Like someone cares Oblivious to the leaves Falling around our heads The masses sprawling Controlling our fears Can you feel the mob rising Can’t stop the dying Guns firing While the dancers gyrate Wish I could be a martyr Feel the pain of religion But a deep cold flows From the soul leading To the edge of the abyss Revolution’s kiss I can feel Rome threatened All the spies Murmuring curses To save our lives Because witches float And people spurn The god they believe in God, I want to be a martyr I want to die Sucking Existence Dry Chrysalis
Pale forms
Like grubs Move oozing about Devout worshippers Of plans long dead Perhaps we can Be gods ourselves Maybe dead again Our hearts that beat Beneath the earth Our souls to rest Demons speeding Meeting our grasp Past the point Of no return Into wheels That spin us toward A man running Down the street screaming Go inside his mouth See the disease Feel the mortality Begin to breathe Maggots
Shattered glass
Appears in blue air Bent, knuckled fingers Understand Yellow corn sways Bright, brighter Lighting deep white fires The smoke it swirls Deep around my wrinkled face Fingers stop trembling Holding the bloody knife Deep inside As the fog Goes slowly to ground Like old mold Dead corpse The slowly rotting leaves Eyes glazed open Stuck there forever Fingers take them all Stuck in eye sockets Till all goes blind So dark and gloomy The living breed inside |
Being Buried
So simple
These pleasures Deep As in the whole Can we kill? These still Motionless figurines Molded in stone For all to see Spilling into light Cascading need Breathing death and disease So simply laid Red rose in nest of leaves Bereaved Lingering pain Until the end Of the world And all screams Monkey
See the smoke
From pipes in skies See chemicals Pouring into the water We drink every night Floridation they call it Yet so much cancer grows We’re almost swimming In death and violence My eyes have seen this piece Of ancient glory Criminals becoming Aristocracy The two-hundred year story See the teeth so white We can spit in sterilization Phases of abyssmal harmony Too passionate to overcome The weak never die The old live forever Yet in the new age These drugs of deception Keep us pacified Almost as much As the statue of Lenin Lying broken by the side Can you see the fear In a young girl’s eyes From too much beating Can you see the aged mother Too needing to leave the bastard Car accidents become riots No reason’s been left untried Can we not forget our race And be human beings Instead of biased, alienated Uncaring fools Try to realize that these things Are meant to pacify Realizing that people are paid To wield the power While we die This is not the answer It has been testing for too long now Can’t we grow Can’t we somehow Be more alive Than the vacant staring monkey Inside Hummingbird
I’m scared Starlight becoming
Some hummingbird The meanders of Nightmare stains Drifting like snow Like the pinprick Of light Intent on sucking All of existence dry Plying our craft Hidden symbols Charts of the sky No tomorrow Bribing politicians Hidden needle in the eye Brain-bare No place left to run But exposed existence Too meager to subsist on Like some hummingbird Left to die Not even the marrow left To suck from the earth She’s dead already Just say Goodbye |
Passion Squeezed
She calls into the void
Waiting for someone Afraid to give Afraid to free herself Of dread She sees the light Cool grasping Actions in miniature Anger Welling up from underneath The inspiration is toward doom While mystery Deepens her beauty Feel those sharp claws Ripping through your Inner self Feel her swoon Passion diving From innocence and greed Taking away virginity For nothing else But need Ghostwalking
So tempting
Turning toward mindfear Conscience streaming In abysmal deathswirl Grasping tattered dreams And morsels of thought Deathscreams Silently spurning Mechanized reality Aggravating in the extreme Muddled in false words And mellow crimes Like simple greed Drowning in colorful array Misfit of dismay Wish I could speak Say what I mean Like deathfear And mystic violence Climbing mountains Wishing anything but spite Chains wrap around The fragile light Of morningtime And sexdoors Waking up to Loss of control And venerated more The words – I Love You What’s in store Confessions conscripting Cool pale hands Rushing into meat and drink A Last Supper Meant to tease No redemption In majestic unemotion Like happytears Tearing souls In ravagedtruth The consensus stares At us with blueevil Sinking into stone So statuesque The grin she wore Something close to paindelight The garden seemingly The only respite Come tatteredman You’re living like a tattoo Falsely assembled Ghosttalking Whispers tantalizing Suspended above morals Ghostwalking So tempting Turning toward mindfear Can’t you learn to breath Little emptyone Can’t you learn to care 
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