Neil Hilborn


Clatter - Poem by Neil Hilborn

It is impossible to imagine a color you have not seen.

I can't call my mother because she makes me panic.

When I say that I'm crying, what I really mean is that I want to cry, but can't.

Instead of dying: the jellyfish simply ceases to move.

Glass moves like any other liquid but slower.

Sex is another way of communicating with your body, like self harm or sign language.

I complete five crosswords a day because it stops the panic.

Trucks are downshifting on main street.

Most of what I do, I do to stop the panic.

I never cry about things outside of my head because they all seem so far away.

Hair is partially composed of cyanide, napalm is just gasoline and plastic. I am just carbon and bad timing.

If i were someone else, I think I would still be mentally ill.

It is impossible to imagine a color you have not seen.

Topic(s) of this poem: boredom

Form: Slam


Comments about Clatter by Neil Hilborn

  • Drtony Brahmin (1/4/2018 9:22:00 PM)

    Most of what I do, I do to stop the panic.
    I never cry about things outside of my head because they all seem so far away. great original expression of your theme.... thank you. tony
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 4, 2018



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