Maynard Hartman Poems
|1.||Better Sit Down||10/4/2003|
|3.||The Outskirts Of A Time Ravage||10/6/2003|
|4.||Time (The Painter)||10/4/2003|
|5.||Parts Of Me||9/29/2003|
|6.||Dream Some Little Dream||10/4/2003|
|8.||A Dreadful Luncheonette||9/29/2003|
|9.||Cyclic And Self Referencing Chant Of I||10/6/2003|
|10.||Gloria's Glorious Glory||10/4/2003|
|11.||Lunar Lunch Break||10/6/2003|
|13.||A Critical Sense Of Distance||9/29/2003|
|15.||Hazy Strange Judy May||9/29/2003|
|16.||Serious Cloud Formations||10/6/2003|
|17.||A Day By The Stream By The Lake||9/29/2003|
|18.||Blue Jay Day||9/29/2003|
|19.||Lovey, Oh Lovey||10/6/2003|
|20.||Five Stones (An Inexpensive Death Ritual)||10/4/2003|
|21.||Lush Life (A Devilish Letter)||9/29/2003|
|22.||Latest Model Love Machine||9/29/2003|
|23.||The Vagueness Of Night Travel||10/4/2003|
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The Vagueness Of Night Travel
He slammed the hood down,
was like a judge with a gavel.
I felt the tug of my string—
beginning to unravel.
Attendant started to sing,
as my tires spun gravel.
Down the dark way—
I began to travel.
What does one say
to oneself on the way
of an uncertain journey
down a desert highway.
How does one hide
from those things on the side
of a lonely dark
highway night ride.
Parts Of Me
I just woke up. So dead, so cold.
A pat on the cheek, and I was told,
'Don’t worry, you’ll see. It will be nice.'
Then he placed my arms into some ice.
Sad I felt, and all alone.
I saw a flash, as he began to hone,
the shiny thing used to saw my bones.