Breaking the Skin: Nicholas Dillman
I love poetry. Without it, I wouldn’t be able to work through a lot of my emotions. When things get tense for whatever reason, I run to pen and paper, my notes app, or my keyboard for some semblance of solace. Music helps me feel my emotions, hobbies allow me to escape them briefly, substances allow me to numb what ails me momentarily, and literature, movies, and TV give my emotions a shoulder to cry on. But poetry, poetry is where I articulate my feelings for myself. While rewriting and editing are usually a positive in order to gain a better grasp of your abilities as a writer, it is the poetry I keep to myself that stays unfiltered, unedited, and untouched after its necessity has decayed. In my small collection of poems for this publication, many are taken from my notebook of unfiltered me.
Disappointment
Unhinge the snap trap that holds hands with depreciation
As depravity is driven and derived from its family, delusion.
Each lengthy lesson to lessen the disdain held in the shoulders,
Rub directly or poke at pressure points with wilted hands
So he can harm once again, once relaxation drips from eardrums.
Ever the pointless weathersome break so distraction may resist
So resistance may meld with criminality to cause pain and a lecture.
Legalized drug use that spits up unwelcome deconstruction before
An agenda for deities drowns out the drunken rock star dream.
Studded supervision dives deep into the mechanics of the mind
More so to map out directions than to instruct construction.
Constricted in energetic chains to drain a desire to speak up,
Hold back as there are words she won’t let us say in the presence of heartache.
Asking questions seems eerily similar to asking for help
So drown out the wondering with ever-dry lips.
Grow, don’t change. Listen, don’t think. And don’t allow death
To poison the indoctrinated soul with an easy division.
By Nicholas Dillman
Play Words Your With Don’t
Me to who tell gets
Should words order what flow my?
You that Preposterous, say a have
Words, I way the place fascist in.
Doing what keep want, I I’ll
Ferociously fixtures with fidgeting.
Play judge friend, why? Not why?
With play words me, with these!
Off fun It’s too people pissing.
Reading time this a have fuckers!
By Nicholas Dillman
I Thought You Were Dead
Yes, I thought you were dead,
And that is how you remained to me.
There were too many issues between us
And too many stacks of paper cut problems
That when I ran away, your death was forgiveness.
And yet you remain alive to the world I must inhabit.
As if my sunken sorrow for mourning should ever shift
From death to the death of a relationship. Death be the way
Of ending. The world built to succeed any other form of ending.
By Nicholas Dillamn
Just treat me well
I never treat people well, well it’s always well enough,
but I never ask them how they wish to be treated.
In elementary, when the teachers would sit us down
for our regularly scheduled morality training,
they would have us recite and remember,
“treat others the way you wish to be treated.”
I was just a child. Unsure of my fathers strength,
unsure of my mothers depth, unsure of each phase of the moon,
and wholly unsure of how I wished to be treated.
By Nicholas Dillman
A B C Dictatorship
A B C Dictatorship Aggressive agents advise the adverse,
Adhere to the advancing amoral administration.
Abandon abstractions of agency and anarchy,
Allow actors and ancients to abuse and asphyxiate.
Babies belt barbiturates for better biology,
Bringing back blond and blue because black’s being blocked.
Bootstrapping bilgerats buried beneath bogland.
Borders bend before breaking, blood burgundy before bleached.
Computerized campy college coeds claim
Communists ‘cause cause captivates clarity.
Care can’t call claim to choreography cradled
Carefully by the country's cultivated criminal cabal.
Decorum disguises democracy’s death
Driving deliberate desensitization directly to
Decorated domiciles. Dwell on doom as
Doctored documents develop and dance daringly.
Educated eardrums eject elderly elects,
Everyone else elected Epstein’s equivalent.
Economists ejaculate on Elon ever so elegantly,
Evading the ears, eyes, and earnings.
Freedom fractures as fascism fissures,
For fatherland forms faster when forgotten.
Phones fund fiction and fables fraught with fiends who find
Fundamental foreshadowing so fucking funny.
GOP guards gave guns to go getters,
Guaranteeing Greenland's great gallant gift.
Geriatric gropers and gen-z groypers
Gorge on guano given by government grice.
Hypnotic hyperbolic happenings hyped for hours
Hurriedly harbor hubris, hesitate then halt.
Heartbeats heavily hunger as the horde holds hands,
Highlighting hatred in hopes of honorable heaven.
ICE’s increase in instances of inhumane insults
Ignites ideas inside the innocent, improved to insurrectionist.
It isn’t indivisible if immigrants are isolated,
Inside IDF issued, integral interrogation institutions.
Jibber jabber jabs at jackassery judgingly as
Jealousy’s journal juggles jinx and jade.
Jerks jell jovially, joking the jolly jargon
Just as journalism's journey is junked.
Kids keen on kindness klutzily kindled by Kirk.
Ketamine keels as Kennedy’s kin kisses the king.
Key kindergarteners killed for kinetic
Kitschy kips for the kind kingdom.
Love loses longevity as local landlords listen less.
Liberals lick lesions lackadaisically, later lapping lavish lactose.
Lady liberty leans and lends lessons to less and less as
Lawless leadership localizes lamentable legends.
Mad men make marvelous makeshift merchants
Marketing merchandise, moving modified motels
Masquerading as masculinities monumental masterpiece,
Moreover, masking mentally Maoist modest moms.
Nations need the normalization of neutrality as
Nincompoops negotiate Nestle’s notion.
Nods to nazi nomenclature, nipped nearly never.
Neglecting knowledge nails the needle in, to numb.
Objections of ongoing observations only oil our oppression.
Obsessive opposition offends our overseers out of offering other options.
Obstacles occupy our obvious obligations to oppose and obstruct.
Overreact, opt out, outshine, orate, object, and organize.
Parliament prays for police powered peacefulness,
Portraying a perverse presence paid for by the people.
Perpetrators predict the permanence of powers position,
Pundits produced by the performance of prophecy.
Queer queens quench query quickly,
Queueing quantities of quiet to quaff quarts quaintly.
Quasi-quotable quips and quarrels quake then quell
Qualifying a quota for queasiness, quite the qualm.
Religious relics rave relentlessly, revolutions rigorous restraint.
Radioactive rage rampages randomly, rotating rational reaping rats.
Rare reflections of record rumored remembered,
Rumblings of risk, regard, and reversible redemption.
Someone save something! Something! For shit’s sake something!
Shattering surrounds, stagnates, then sanctions suffering
Simply to select a second socialite stated to scrape.
Still, sorrow sunken slaves shill sections of skin for safety.
Tumultuous trepidation tempts treason till tempered by trillionaire
Tamed timely by tension and turmoil, totally talentless,
Tis this testosterone tester traveling and tracing toward
Two times the thrashing, twisting, and troublesome trans terror.
Undefined understood utilitarianism undergoes ugly unpacking
Under upset utterances used usually to undercut uniformed
Uniformity unifiable and undeniable upon the united uncle useful.
Understanding undercuts uneducated unions, unless…
Very vivacious vixens, vamped for virtual vision
Victory in vaginal varies violently to video.
Villages voluntarily visit vegetable by vested
Vote vanishing vaccination volunteers.
Well wishes went west with wealth and washed water.
Whispers wince in WEF wakeless walking walls.
Without worry, warriors of wounding whip the world
Winters wind wilts and winds weathered workers.
Xenophobic xenophiles’ xenophilia x-rays xiphisternum,
Xenomorphic xenial xanthic xanax, xarelto, and xeljanz,
Xylographic or xylophagous as x-acto,
Xany xero xpers use xyster to x-link xeriff.
You yourself yawn, as youngsters
Yield yearning for yummy yesteryears as yesterday
Yowls and yakes the yuck you yentas yes-men
Yoinked yelling “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Zealous zealot zionists zap zillions of zygotes.
Zeal is zilch, zest at zero, zeaxanthin zooming,
Zenith zephyrs, zoning zip for zakat.
Zoomers zodiac zonks zoetic to zombie-like.
Zero yourself in on exactly what villagers under turbulence
Strive to remember. Quality portrayals of negative marrots
Linking killings to judges in the hands of the government.
Freedom exists, but don’t confuse awareness with brotherhood.
By Nicholas Dillman
