Ouch G. Hetrick
Biography of Ouch G. Hetrick
I live here in Cali and it's a nice place where I am, an hour from the sea and mostly lived where I am in this city. I love to check out places. And some things really want me to write about something. I guess I live for the now and the future. The past may be over but there is still what I can do now.
Ouch G. Hetrick Poems
Send Us A Rocket
I am in transparency. I can't see a path. I can't see what I'm doing but I can pass the waters.
Flashes. The flashes brighten to tingling shapes. They tremble. They tremble, and so softly fill the wedges on my palms.
At the punch of a clock, the birds make their unwelcome noise because they just do. They're crows.
I was hiemal and isolated that winter season, when I lumped inside that empty rune. The time I never knew about you,
My head was up towards our sun that always controlled the orbit of our rocky globe.
Your job is to tell who you are. And that bus, what is it exactly?
All my friends showed me what disintigrated them; showed me what would happen when far off distances of blood
Forward In Time
It will always be in a simpler time when all the green spades in the air would fall through themselves, and pour.
I lived for these days a time older, a time wiser. The few years on this poised sphere wishing today to be
Forward In Time
It will always be in a simpler time
when all the green spades in the air
would fall through themselves, and pour.
The days would thicken on in
the scorch of the daylight. Every
hour would be satisfying.
Every minute the air turns
a musky yellow.