19960602

Old Pad


2. Jun. 1996



In the past
When he was alone,
And had his own pad,
He was still alone,
But that was okay,
Because he was alone,
Like he was now.

In the morning
He would sit alone
at the breakfast table
Recovering from exhaustive
Drunken bedlam,
Surviving another evening
Without killing himself.

Having had a
Nutritious meal
Of grain cereal,
Low-fat milk --
Sometimes with a kiwi fruit --
He would listen to
The classical broadcasts.

A lonely dark apartment of the evening
Would become a morning home
To him with the curtains unveiling
An eastern sun to him;
There they could
Be alone together
Awake, alive and free.

He reflected,
"O Night, you did terrible things to me."







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Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Old Pad, Original Date: 19960602 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 – 2017 – Retro-published 20180909.

The author here reveals his feelings for a place he used to live and the terrible nights that he endured there. He enjoyed the days after those evenings. The sun was there to console him.

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© Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 - 2017 - 20170907 -ABN – Ed Date: 2017-09-07 01:31

In June

2. Jun. 1996



A bird came through my window,
"Tweet!"
It did say to me and then
It flew away
Just as soon as it had
Appeared,

It was a wee little angel,
It had come to give me an
Important message:
"Tweet!"

Bird From Moscow
Bird From Moscow



Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: In June, Original Date: 19960602 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170811.

Birds are messengers and thus are like angels. Keeping it simple they can awaken a spiritual awareness by their directness and they fearlessness.

Keywords: Birds, Angels, Spiritual, Fearlessness

19960529

Die Musen

26. May. 1996


The spiral music stairway
On and on it goes up
Each step is an “I love you.”
Each tread is a tomorrow
Each riser is a now

Each sleepy foot continues
For unbeknownst reason
To the top the music goes goes
To the top
To the end
To the top

Parinirvana


The spiral music stairway
The spiral music stairway





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| 20170728 -ABN – Ed Date: 2017-07-28 11:14


19960513

Little One

13. May. 1996


Ten years of bad poetry
Did not make him worth much
To anyone,
Except—maybe--his daughter,
Who would not get
To say what she really
Meant until after he had gone.

It works out that way sometimes.

Daughter and Father
Daughter and Father



Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Little One, Original Date: 19960513 – © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 19962017 – Retro-published 20170728.


Poem about a daughter.

19960320

Motel #2, Or a Good Cheap Motel Psalm


20. Mar. 1996



being so mixed up
does not pay
the rent,
nor does it bring good food
to the stomach
or the brain.
How then can it bring
liberation to the heart?

With illness coming
one can
passionately plea for God.
Gideons’ Bible is in every
motel / hotel room.

but i will tell you
that i do not get my prayers
answered.
i ask for stupid things
that i do not believe in.
the language is
non-communicative.
one is only
making noise.

“Motel #2“ Alex Nuttall - 20. Mar. 1996
“Motel #2“ Alex Nuttall - 20. Mar. 1996




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Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Motel #2, Original Date: 19960320 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170904.

Another hotel poem. This time getting more spiritual. Eventually letting go of the idea that there has to be an answer. Perhaps action is the answer. Just as the actions of the Gideon who took the labor of the press and distributed throughout hotel rooms.

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© Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 - 2017 - 20170904 -ABN – Ed Date: 2017-09-04 15:24

19960319

Motel #1


19. Mar. 1996


dehydrated
drunk
hot motel arid nest
masturbate
change the channel
masturbate
read a book page
masturbate
do the time of several awakened hours
waiting for the morning to throw you out of there.






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Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Motel #1, Original Date: 19960319 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170904.

At various points in young adult life and then into middle age one has to stay in hotels or motels. For work one stays in hotels alone or with other people who are working and living the lonely life of chasing money. The writer deals with the carnal knowledge of having a penis, time and downtime and not knowing what to do with it. So he writes about it.

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© Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 - 2017 - 20170904 -ABN – Ed Date: 2017-09-04 10:39

19960225

soil (haiku)

25 feb. 1996








You‘re so beautiful
Smoking cigs and drinking beer.
Do your panties soil?




Marina Bar
Marina Bar



Alexander B. Nuttall
Ver. 28Apr1997






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20170618 -ABN

19960130

Hard Time Poesy

30. Jan. 1996


Let us face this,
I do not love you,
I…
I…
I love her,
That romantic heroine
That you can not be,
I love that woman
Who smokes, drinks, writes, paints
And dances,
I love that fearless child
Inside that great sacred woman
Who is not afraid to die,
But she knows that she will.


Drawing 20020810 Charcoal on Newsprint
Drawing 20020810 Charcoal on Newsprint





Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Hard Time Poesy, Original Date: 19960130 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170809.

The poet wants a woman who is more fun. He is stuck in a relationship that he is now observing is falling apart. He wants fun again.

Keywords: Love, Woman, Poetry, Smoking, Fear

Drawing: Drawing 20020810 Charcoal on Newsprint by Alex Nuttall


19960122

No Time


22. Jan. 1996




No time.
She doesn't have time to write
Him so far away.
The telephone calls added up.
She balanced the check book.
Not much left after Christmas and credit card payments.
Direct deposit goes the money he earned.
United States Army Private Nobody.

What the heck,
He was just training for Bosnia.
"No time.." though.
She sends a card she bought a month or so
Ago for, obviously, someone else --
A cute Teddy-bear --
Just what he needed to help him pull through.

"No time to write, gotta' go."

He felt guilty.
She let him know that he had not written her
For the previous two weeks.
If she did something that made him upset and
Feel so alone,
It was always because he had done it first.
She was always sure to remind him of that.

Where does it end?
In this case, death, and a life insurance policy.
O he loved her so.

Plenty of time.

“No Time“ Alex Nuttall - 22. Jan. 1996
“No Time“ Alex Nuttall - 22. Jan. 1996



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Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: No Time, Original Date: 19960122 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170904.

He was feeling sorry for himself when he was at Fort Sill OK. He had already been through Basic Training. He witnessed the birth of his daughter over Christmas. He was feeling sorry for himself. Helpless in the clutches of murderous time.

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© Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 - 2017 - 20170904 -ABN – Ed Date: 2017-09-04 16:15

Gets Paid to Dream

22. Jan. 1996

...gets paid to dream

Girl-woman,
You have got man
In your heart
Crushing him so that
You think he cannot get out.

Oh little girl constricts
With her sublime fists
The ignorant, poor and wretched –
“Hail the Queen!
Now off with her head!” –
Cake is not good,
After all.

And man, guy-dude,
Buys a telescope
And he gets paid to dream –
“She is a woman, oh well.”


Alex Nuttall and Lena the Cat
Alex Nuttall and Lena the Cat




© Alexander Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 - 2017 | 20170804 -ABN – Ed Date: 2017-08-04 10:55