
Hiram
Hiram likes to drink water
direct from the spigot
on the front wall of his house;
he hasn’t had to connect a hose
to that darn spigot
since he converted the lawn to artificial.
Good times.
In the evening,
he sits on his porch
staring out at the Christmas tree green of the lawn
drinking lite beer
and polishing his assault rifle,
this gives him comfort.
Not that he’s afraid,
he ain’t afraid of nuthin’,
he ain’t afraid of AOC
he ain’t afraid of Antifa
he ain’t afraid of that girl from Sweden
the one that never smiles
he’s vigilant, that’s all;
vigilance is of the essence.
He likes the sound of that,
maybe get a T shirt made
put that on the front,
‘G.I. – God Incarnate’ on the back.
No, he ain’t afraid of nuthin’,
but sometimes
in the early hours of the morning
he lies awake
his gut gurgling like a drain
as it processes
the Outback appetizer
of deep fried onion rings
that the waitress
piled high on his plate
like a jumble sale
of used Olympic symbols;
he lies awake
stalked by a fear
he will not name
the fear of being left behind,
left in the dust,
by the twenty first century.
This week I’m hosting the weekly challenge over at Earthweal (Title “Fiction? Don’t be a Stranger”). So head on over there and prepare to be challenged.
Also taking part in Open Link over at dverse
Oooo, I really like this one!
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Let’s hope Hiram and all of his ilk do get left behind in the dust of the passing century.
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I wish!
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Men like Hiram are throwbacks to a past most of us want to forget. ‘God Incarnate’ doesn’t seem to give him any comfort. Maybe it’s the deep fried onion rings’ that have made him that way. I like the simile ‘piled high on his plate / like a jumble sale / of used Olympic symbols’. A scary portrait, Jim.
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Thanks Kim!
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Excellent, Jim – terrifying and pitiful at the same time.
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Thanks Sarah, much appreciated
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And I ask myself: how did we get here? (K)
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This is a very chilling and insightful poem. Fear motivates so many violent people these days – maybe it always did. Their mentality is truly scary.
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Thanks Suzanne!
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“Vigilence is of the essence”…oh, yes, you have captured this type of personality so well. LOVE the closing.
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Thank you Sherry!
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Dunno if you ever read the great novel by Denis Johnson, “Already Dead,” but that’s the term for these assault-rifle-packing zombies of the Trumpapocalypse. They only fear they’re soon dead, they don’t know how much they are. Great sixpack of details here, a glug from fake lawn to greasy onions.
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Haven’t read the novel but I’ll put it on my list! Thanks for letting me host….JIM
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I am still shaking my head as to how we have come to this. Wonderful poem!
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Thank you Linda, much appreciated!
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ah poor hiram. his fear is so deep! I don’t know how anyone can do well eating that garbage
“like a jumble sale
of used Olympic symbols” oh this is so funny!
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Glad you liked it! JIM
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So thought-provoking… Good work!
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Thank you!
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Wondering how many Hirams polish their assault rifles by day and gurgle by night? I reckon a whole passel of ’em. Your poetry style is appreciated and enjoyed.
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Thanks Jade….by the way, I know you are a big George Harrison fan, have you listened to “Horse to the Water” , a collaboration with Jools Holland, or “Punchdrunk” by Rubyhorse, an Irish band, George plays slide guitar. They both popped up on my Spotify feed. JIM
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No I haven’t. Writing them down and will do so. Thanks for the heads up, Jim 🙂
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A quirky word sandwich wrapped in truth!
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Great Comment Beverly…thank you!
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This is absolutely EPIC! Love, love every thought, every line, word. {He should have made it a Corona, with lime.}
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Thanks Helen…Corona with lime would be the perfect drink!
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This is deeply immersive and thought-provoking! 💝
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Thank you Sanaa!
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I do not want to meet Hiram.
The last stanza is visceral in imagery.
I fear Hiram is percolating toward an explosion. I do not want to meet him.
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Thank you Lillian, yes a man in crisis!
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I know. I know…. I’m running a bit late
that the waitress
piled high on his plate
like a jumble sale
of used Olympic symbols;
Great line……
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Thank you Don Matthews!
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Frightening, but very well written. There are too many like Hiram out there!
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Also, your images throughout are so vivid and real! Well done.
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