A Feeling I Have
I feel like
Going broke
For a woman
I feel like throwing it all away
Going crazy
She walks by voluptuous curves
And energy
There’s a desire to fall down a long tunnel
Forgetting about stocks and politics and the economy
Forgetting about being at work or on time
And need to go mad and become alive
I’ve been trying not to be crazy, but
The crazy days and moments call for me
And seduce me like the voluptuous walk
Of a cat,
I do not want to go back to the mad days,
I suffered myself greatly
Or do I?
A World Without
I’ve been thinking there was no women
In the world,
And how could that be,
Just a thought a feeling i had,
And it depressed me,
To wake up and all the women gone,
And the world was left to the men,
And I became so depressed,
Could men, like me, go on without women?
That’s terrible thought to have
The world might collapse right now
And the men would go on doing all kinds of manly shit
And doing it well, like they have
But i was thinking of the world without ladies and girls
And it just didn’t seem worth it
And lots of men would go crazy slowly,
A whole world without poetry, music and dance,
Just the hard tough stuff
We were left with
And suddenly like i did not want to be here
Or anywhere
I Must Stop
Thinking that I am better than others
I must stop thinking my pain is more valid
I must quit thinking I should be rich and famous and handsome
I must quit thinking that certain jobs below me
I must quit thinking I am deserving
That I am smarter than others and that I know better
Where do these feelings come from?
My stupendous ego
Playing upon a boat of isolation
No one is onboard in the sea
As the cold calm water goes go
Without beginning.
A Strong Man
I want to be a strong man
Someone benching five hundred pounds. Looking like a bodybuilder
Someone running the 40 in four seconds. Running like man cheetah
Some one running marathons regularly, incredible stamina
Someone makes important decisions, like a CEO. Affecting so many lives. With towers on his back
I wanted to be a strong man
I felt like a strong man for a day maybe two
Or maybe it was a year or two
Maybe I was around 32
I remember lifting 50 bags at work,
Just tossing the around like nothing
And drinking beer after work. Feeling strong and manly
And thinking that i would always feel that way,
The winter winds nipped my nose
At 46 I don’t feel like it anymore. My
Knees ache just thinking of lifting that 50 pound bag
Wanting is so soft
But reality is so hard.
Just Want to be Loved
And you write and think and publish and study and write
Thinking of perfect poems and perfect thoughts
You want to be loved and celebrated
And praised and showed the good time
And have people interviews and ask me questions
Just to feel important in the world and share
Little insights with people who dig my stuff
Feeling like Henry Miller or Ernest Hemingway
And have people say that is really good,
And how did you come up with that,
What inspired you do or say that
I’ll buy your book, and you give a reading here
Will pay you
I guess most writers feel this way,
And the others, can hardly care
At all
Damion Hamilton is from St. Louis MO. His poems have appeared in Chiron Review, Poesy Magazine, Zygote In My Coffee, Red Fez, The Camel Saloon and many others. He writes poetry, stories and novels. He has written several books. Available here. He can be found on twitter here.