Brandon K. Nobles – The Hole, 2011

We try to fill our hole with pills
Some from books of old
Drug after drug until they dug
the anxiety hole

One other childhood misery
The adult fear of tomorrow
And the hole grows larger
Nothing can kill it, nothing stops

No one hears you in the box
No one left to lie
And no one there to say
Everything will be okay
The lie rings hollow in the dawn
And shimmers like a lake, the fawn
Hobgoblins eat our merry psalms

The bird of paradise
Follows the ox drawn plow
The fledgling worms caught in the ground
Ate by the bird of paradise
The seeds are planted in their song
And the reborn grass becomes the dawn
Must lie still, must lie still

At night the silhouette of luna glows
It’s silhouette on light post throws
The rats return to numbered holes
And we who walk, the hole just grows
Until it has swallowed hole

It’s all the algebra of need
Have a cigarette a drink
Look it in the face, then hail
You never will be high enough
Click it, view it
Watch it bloom
Anxiety the hole consumes

Upon our death I’m sure they’ll dress
In their Sunday best
The father’s collar is pristine
His life a blip between two screams
Inhale it, smell it
Eat it, drink
You’ll never feel so good in bed
Against the velvet cushions red

It never feels so good, so real
As natural as spring time hill
For there are floating moments still
The fleeing dream stuffed in our dreams
They melt away at night

To wake to find, the night before
Our hopes in puddles on the floor
Shoot it, just a little prick, a sting
The more you mourn the more it seems
Our life a struggle, just a dream
One comes out, one other dreams
One to scream and one now sound

Heaven comes in milligrams
Two loose psalms day
One to eat and one to drink
And two when down they lay
Smoke it, swallow
Eat it, hollow
The natural device is hollow

Click it, lust
You’ll never be high enough
A glass of whiskey and a puff
It’ll never be enough
Like in the crystal of a dream
As clockwork, runs the new machine
And clean his coat and cuff

You won’t see in your crystal ball
The weakest baboon of them all
A sleepy shepard of the heard
Was guided by a guilded bird
He walked along the wall
He ate rectangle palindromes
And did not mean to love at all

When we look down the inclined hill
Echoes of the sirens call
Knowing all the while he’d fall
He never meant to love at all
Eat, repeat
Until we all are obsolete

Just one hand full of dust
Smoke it, smell
Inject, inhale
You’re never high enough
Inhale it, hold
Try to fill the nervous hole

Dig until you can not see the light
There will never be enough
Those diamond bracelets, golden cuffs
Take a drink and take a puff
You’ll never be high enough
You’ll never feel so good, so real
That moment once, the moment still
Never to look down from the hill

Never meant to love at all
The dream of climbing up the walls
Eating rectangle palindromes
Two pills, two prayers, every day
It crawls inside our blood and leaves

When we take a pill we feel
As though we were in golden fields
And Mara chews the brain that bleeds
When tuned in her frequency
We see the hobo, ghosts inside
We flush them out with cyanide


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Brandon K. Nobles

Brandon is an author, poet and head writer for Sir Swag on YouTube. With 630k subscribers. Since February 2021 he has written for the most important and popular series, News Without the Bulls%!t and the least popular work on the channel, History Abridged. Brandon joined the channel in late January, since then his work has been featured every month in News and History. His novels and works of fiction have also been well received, and he continues to be a proficient and professional chess player. In his spare time he like to catch up on work.

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