Lost

Back in 1995 I seem to have been a whole lot angrier than I am today! And more lost. But there's certainly some energy here.

 

Lost

Lost when your eyes are too wide,

lost when the sky

shouts high notes

when it should be whispering;

 

lost when the fires die.

 

Lost when complete strangers

give you the finger and grin,

or when the beer and the noise stop

and you can hear you own ears hissing;

lost,

 

when a mother-of-pearl sunset

in the corner of your eye flicks

into slate and steel,

lost,

 

when the car hits a roadblock

on the wide freeway

and I should care but don't,

and nobody notices;

lost

 

when good-looking people

with wide smiles and intelligent eyes

talk about their lives

like a slow dissolve;

lost,

 

when the rumble and shout

of city streets disappears

like the click of fingers

and turns into a silent film

of a silent city;

 

lost in the one-way system

in a wrong-way way,

and before you know it

it's four a.m., with the radio on ...

 

… and the stale smoke room

is also cold, like winter clouds,

and I must have been asleep,

but not you,

because your eyes are still wide,

and lost,

 

as I am when blank minds skitter

through discarded wasteland

with knives in their shoes

and graffiti in their eyes,

lost

 

because everybody's talking

and I'm listening to no-one but you,

avoiding eye contact in corridors,

banging fists on brick walls,

because they don't make a noise

like a wooden door,

 

a door which might open

and show the sticky floor beyond;

lost

 

when friends forget to call

and their machine's switched off,

and beyond the Frigidaire's compressor buzz

you can hear the V8s spin and growl

in their nocturnal walz,

 

beneath the billowing sky galleons

and big-drop showers,

back-lit by the Moon, angling

and rushing off Southern Ocean combers,

as down payment on next summer's survival.

 

Lost, because all this

squeezes my skull

tight around my brain

and my sight goes

and light becomes shadow,

or only blackness;

 

rips at my clothes,

tears my skin off,

leaves me blind and naked,

burning in the studio Klieg lights,

says “bless your heart”

and strolls slowly away, laughing quietly.

 

Chris Hubbard

Perth, 1995.

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Natasha Townsend

Fri 24th Feb 2017 20:16

Sweet Jesus this is good. So many good lines and images. That nagging feeling that can't be shaken no matter what. I've felt this. Love these lines particularly.....

'avoiding eye contact in corridors,

banging fists on brick walls,

because they don't make a noise

like a wooden door'

So honest. Big congrats on winning poem of the week. Very worthy and can't wait to read more. 😃

Nat x

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Tue 21st Feb 2017 14:24

G'day Chris,
As one Perthite to another, welcome to WOL.
I'm surprised you haven't got into the Perth Poetry scene which I'm sure you must be aware, is buzzing.
Personally, if I was still running Poets Corner @ Pages Cafe in the State Library in the Cultural Centre in Perth, (2005-08) I'd ask you to read at the next meeting.
Instead I'd like to introduce you to a friend, Prof. Glen Phillips who initiated the International Centre for Landscape and Language at ECU and most of the writing centres around Perth: http://glenrephillips.blogspot.com.au/p/about.html
Please contact Glen; feel free to use my name - I think the pair of you would get on like wildfire.
Best,
Frances.😊

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Chris Hubbard

Tue 14th Feb 2017 00:37

Hi Colin,

I composed this poem during a period of transition in my life. Among many other things, that time included discovering the power of poetry. Simply put, I just let fly without a safety net, so that the result reflects, as you suggest, an extreme of emotion that I later left behind.

Chris

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Colin Hill

Mon 13th Feb 2017 08:39

I reckon that being lost can bring both good and bad experiences depending on your state of mind at the time. I've certainly been to both extremes but here I think you have captured one particular state very well. Thanks for posting. Colin.

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