This is the noise that keeps me awake, the tie-dyed sentiments flung from dirt that can’t be un-dug, and this is me saying no to a wish that “no” isn’t an answer to. The curl, pulled straight. The antidote, failed.
Nothing good can come of this and that’s why I’m here.
This is the lookalike and this is the duplicate and I am the difference that goes unnoticed until it’s too late. There’s something, and nothing, and something from nothing, but I walk on the outline of the void- I won’t fall in from the push; my recoil does all the work for me.
Let’s not and say we did before we have to pretend, or at least until we get caught.
This is the noise that keeps me awake and this is the escape I can’t seem to make when I least expect it but that’s what I’m doing now and no one’s gonna tell me otherwise even if they wanted to. Like a joke not worth explaining to people who don’t understand laughter, I can’t help myself from myself.
Everything is Terrible and I Think You Know Why
a drum that whispers
riddling death sentences
backwards pointing fingers
march prudishly fluid
pretending like it's nothin'
still raises your voice to it
master of survival cunning
noise calls to rise and fall
crusted mistrusted bloated trap set
eyes of blistered 8-balls
change your habits
big bucket of double oh-no
emptied over your broken skin
burnt premise shame so
indignant do it again
shut down but can't be stopped
government secrecy forgot
time hops drug shops crooked cops
the land's name the photographer cropped
what happened you don't claim to know
slim chance fat circumstance
eyes like bullet holes
act your age not your relevance
take count of what's left
mental calendar rubber-stamped
courting slow death
at a right-to-life camp
train the robots to clean up
mice can freshen the environment
you signed your god's pre-nup
it's coming to collect past rent
unfolding stomach sweating churns
life showing reruns beyond overtures
eyes made of cigarette burns
watching the world spurned
To the Love(s) I Lost(via Leonard Cohen)
Everyone knows it as my fault,
not yours and mine;
your voice carries louder
over my interpretations and lesser designs.
I can't name your names because
there's too many,
and when I drink to forget
you remind me of memories I
know better than to hold on to.
I can't, but I can,
even when they're more the enemy
that I wish to comprehend.
You vested my suit and lies;
tied up my goodbyes.
We could say nothing and let's
just; rather than we tried.
Norb Aikin has been published by Eliezer Tristan Publishing and uses his time wisely on Twitter (@aikinNorb). His first poetry collection, 100, has been positively reviewed widely and his second, Mutants, recently was released for Kindles with a paperback It’s a slim follow-up to 100 and features some older material along with his current WIP. Look for the full release of Also Mutants in the Spring of 2020.
The entry was never intended
on being an exit.
You wanted this
don't cry when it's over
if you couldn't be bothered
when it began.
Maintain yourself as a
we can see through
to not be you. See, I'm
with the very concerned,
and I watch you on a wire
by the discontent you couldn't
wait to get sick of or from.
You can wish to your god
it'll all be over,
but you're missing the point
that it's just begun.
When you see the writing on the wall,
what goes through your mind?
There are words that can set you
free if you know their meaning,
or constrict you upon your feelings.
Do you ever settle down,
and take note of your surroundings
It's an unformed habit,
uniform in its uncertainty.
To find something first you must find out
if you deserve to know what most words
are talking about.
It's ok to say no or maybe no,
but they're telling you "I told you so!"
Do you have an answer?
Do you have an agenda that was
In the war of you versus you,
who are you fighting for?
You've seen the writing on the wall,
but how many times can you burn it down?
BOOKS to Read in 2021: Mutants by Norb Aikin
Norb Aikin is the author of Mutants and 100 (Eliezer Tristan Publishing). He is a Mental Health activist originally from Buffalo, NY and now lives in Cortland, NY. His work has appeared in various online publications, including Pink Plastic House and Fevers of the Mind. You can find him on Twitter at @AikinNorb
Norb Aikin’s poetry has a rhythmic flow to it. You feel Norb is leading you to a crescendo. In Mutants the poetry is all leading up to that ultimate crescendo. You are absorbed in questions: of existence, of falling apart, of caring, of wandering if one little change could have changed it all. But this is just the opening verses. Your emotions are pulled into the song. This is how the mind flips when the anxieties of the world becomes flippant. How you become headstrong to arbitrary as the world is described from the intro in “Matador Rose” How cumbersome every day’s monotonous tasks and rituals become. Reflections, the unsures, the never was’s, the what cans, or can’t even fathoms. Norb’s work truly will make you think. Mutants is a great collection of poetry that lets you escape your mind or furthers you deeper into the paths of endless clouds to count and dream them up a name. Poems like “I Melt Sugar” & “I Said Maybe But I Never Said Forever” “Thinking About Suicide Takes Years Off Your Life” hits your brain like a rocket into the dunes of ponderings amassed in loneliness, fear, the wonder years that never really go away, and then we reach the crescendo that is Norb Aikin’s Mutants.
Norb Aikin is the author of Mutants and 100 (Eliezer Tristan Publishing). He is a Mental Health activist originally from Buffalo, NY and now lives in Cortland, NY. His work has appeared in various online publications, including Pink Plastic House and Fevers of the Mind. You can find him on Twitter at @Fivesixer.
This review is also in the Fevers of the Mind Poetry Press Presents the Poets of 2020 Anthology available now on Amazon. Check recent posts for links.