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Nickelle Hubley

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Mirror Mirror

by

Nickelle Hubley

Refracted light
Bounced around at angles
Too many to manifest
Objects transpire
An image formes
and for an instant...
Darkness
slited light
Filters though once more
And the image
made known to it's owner
A pair of eyes
Glazed with the weariness of perfection
Eyes
The likeness of mirrors
Into the soul


I Am...

by

Nickelle Hubley

I am a mall girl who loves shows
I wonder if the urge to shop will ever stop
I hear the noisy crowd around me trying to find the sales rack
I see one heck of a fine sales guy trying to stuff my feet into a size 8 1/2
I want to find a really good pair
I am a mall girl who loves shoes

I pretend that I have loads of money and I try on every shoe in sight
I feel that I am almost at the end of my search for the perfect pair
I touch all of the boxes trying to find my size
I worry that my party will leave is I shope any longer
I cry that someday there might not be any more malls, instead everyone would use the home shopping network
I am a mall girl who loves shoes

I understand that someday I may have to use the home shopping network
I that shoping really workes your calves
I dream that one day I might own my own mall
I try not to buy out the whole store when I'm in a serious shopping mood
I hope that my party feels as deeply as I do
I am a mall girl that loves shoes


Shabang it!

by

Nickelle Hubley

Shimmy and you shake
Hop up and down
Around once or twice
Boogie to the ground
Air guitar till you drown
Nasty are the lyrics
Groovy in the sound

If everyone should try it, the world would be quite
allright
That's how you shabang it, so dance it every night!


The sonnet of a skating fanatic

by

Nickelle Hubley

The rail road tie sits there alone and stark,
The grinding marks of Marco's blades lie there.
He skates and skates and grinds some more till dark,
I fear that he will quickly wear them bare.
Oh, poor mom how she sits and wrings her hands,
The glass window can hardly keep her still.
As her son pull off the stunts with ease,
She thinks "why woul you do this on freewill?
The years go on as time will always tick.
His love was born to be wild and free.
Untill my mom planted the shrub that pricks,
It was so lovely to the eyes, oh gee!
No more can Marco blade along the edge,
that rail road tie, the start of his ardore,
now guarded by the prickly hedge.


My Brother

by

Nickelle Hubley

He might be taller
I might be smaller
He might be mean
I might be green with envy
Butt no matter how it all comes out
There's still one thing I have to shout
I love you!
He gets streight A's
I get some B's
He can be bratty
I have to say please
He gets a hug I get a whipping
If for any reason my parents catch me slipping
There are the tears
The foot action pain
My meditation efforts have all been in vain
We might be cruel to one another
But no matter how much I complain,
He's still my brother


untitled

by

Nickelle Hubley

Pieces of cloth
Dangling off limbs
Spun together
Forming shelter
Roaming eyes
Leave no gaze
When limbs
Hidden so carefuly
To prevent
Idle onlookers
Pushing on
She resumes her dance
Over scattered leaves
And withered dreams
The fire
Licking and curling
On the inside
Cease to sate
The folds
Massive layers of denim
and cotton
Afford her only
small protection
She clings
To their shelter
Fearful to venture
Into her fate


Guitarists Touch

by

Nickelle Hubley

Five spindly fingers
Stretched to perfection
Gnarled like claws
That caress the fingerboard

The other hand
Joined in its semblance to the other
Follows suit
Placing itself on the neck

They begin a chase
Never ending
No one goes home the winner.
They might meet half way
Or not at all
It dosn't matter
Because its still music

Over and over
Chords and 12 note scales
Make up tonight's listening pleasure

I, as I sit in a plastic cafeteria chair,
Am moved by every note
Every chord provokes a mood;
The clown feels like crying
The clown wants to embrace life
The clown can't stand what she's going through

Such a medley of feelings
Seldom experienced because of their potency

The fingers continue
Zipping over the chords and scales
Ripping out my heart
Then replacing it
Filled with ardor

Such is the touch of a guitarist
Making music for the soul


Hello Heart!

by

Nickelle Hubley

Hello heart!
I see you on the operating table,
Care for some anesthetics?
"It's a sick project"
says the heart
"to see how long I can survive,
outside of my body."
Oh! So that must be her
lying cold on the stretcher next to you
"Yes, she is nothing without me"
Who is this brilliant surgeon?
Who would dare to perform such an experiment?
"I don't know, she's never experienced him
beyond the sweet talk."
A restless lover?
"No, a predator of technology"
She felt for a digital personality?
Is his name large lover 22?
"Who ever he is,
He has no skill with which to remove me."
I see, you have many deep vallys
and cerated edges, does it hurt?
"Enough for me to be extricated from her body."
*knock knock*
Is that him at the door?
"Who else would have to knock to be let in again?"
I guess...
"I don't think it will be succesful."
What won't?
"The transplant, she might reject me."
Your own body?
"I'm more his now than hers.
He chose to create me...
When she and I felt nothing
A deliverer of love and beauty,
he delivered too much love I think.
He lifts me into her body cavity,
manuvering me around the gray flesh
and back in place, but where can I connect?
She has hardened the blood in her veins
and cauterized her arteries.
There is no purpose for me any longer
and he is left with my remains."


My Place

by

Nickelle Hubley

My mother and I, we share a secret hide-away
It makes me mist over, that we chose the same beach
Warm granules caress the bottom of our feet
A soft wind pushes the hair out of our faces
Sea spray washes the makeup from our cheeks
The sun at high noon
Glancing off a rainbow rock face
Smooth with age
Bold and whole
A barrier from the rest of the world
The sun's rays create a day time starscape on the sand
One super nova, a conch shell lying on its side
Abandoned by a former owner
She picks it up to listen
Pressing its silk surface to her ear
I am content to examine only with my eyes,
Feeling its curves in my imagination
I probe to its spiral staircase core
Addressing a safe place
Together we sit in serene contemplation,
Embellishing ourselves on the beach
This place,
All in my mind


coppie boy

by

Nickelle Hubley

If you ever cheated on me
I would run away with the coppy boy
In our land of toner and x-ray vision we would stay
bitching about the rising cost of coppies per dime
and bragging about our good fortune
He is my passport to to Kinko's and 32 X 11 ft. foam board life sized portraits of Burt Reynolds
Imagine all of the useless coppies I could end up making
I could line an entire box car with them
3:00 pm...the afternoon train rumbles by
the venecian blinds flutter in the breeze
banging gently on the sill
he's been in there a long time
The secretary's secratary
looks up from his copy of Huck Finn
Gives me a weasilish look as if to say...
"So flavor of the week" pauses "where to from here?"
We're in Reno
We did run away together
But I have the feeling
that my hatch back rabbis will have several boxes of color filters in the passenger seat
when I begin to make the journey home


Psychologist

by

Nickelle Hubley

Dim light
filters through the shade
tiny dust fragments
dancing, whirling
puppeted by hands unseen
The tip of my pen
a BIC purchased at Rite Aid
loops loosely over the note pad
in uneven short hand
My patient
blind to my note taking
stares at an Ann Getes poster
while his thoughts flow out of his mouth
an abandoned broken tap
streams of water mixed with rust


Untitled

by

Nickelle Hubley

Maybe there is something we can do
about the violence that is glue stuck to my shoe
that keeps me home at night
close to a bright light

Women are not stupid creatures
for wlaking to a late night film feature
without a bodyguard on their arm
they just feel alarmed
that there is such a precident as a curfew

They know that they have the right
to walk to and from classes late at night
because it's not the rapists and the victomizers
that make up the scedules

I just showed my face
among many of the feme and male race
they're not affraid to challenge the majority
so why should I, or anyone else, be?

Women unite, take back the night!
Women unite, take back the night!
I will scream and chant untill my throat is dry
untill there is no more fear of violence in our eyes


another flu virus bites the dust

by

Nickelle Hubley

This fever that's inside of me
eating at the soul of me
wanting to take controll of me

but I won't let it haha!

It's crawls deeper into my mind
snuggling down into my mind
burrowing holes into my mind

but I won't let it ha ha!

it ties my hands behind my back
it's stabing holes into my back
it's writing my will on my back

but I won't let it ha ha!

Then it grows colder
I am feeling so much older
my tears are falling on my shoulder

and I must let it ah ah...

Then a light beams from seven eleven
tylanol PM can be baught at seven eleven (ohhhhh, I'll get you now fever!)
This bodily war with deadly viruses can be faught at seven eleven

I'm comming for you fever ha ha!


My Love

by

Nickelle Hubley


Of all things you worry about
How much you write,
or how much you rhyme
I would still love you
even if you decided to hold down the I or L key
and didn't stop untill it reached the end of the page

because I know that with the little time you had
you were thinking of me
As I am also thinking of you
especially as I woke up at 4:30 this morning
and later on as I took my psychology exam
and later on still as I computed rational functions
My love, my life
You are the one
that reafirms the joy I have in my heart
Even when you have a paper and two exams to prep for
you write to me still
and that means the world
even if you decided to hold the O or V key
and didn't stop untill it reached the end of the page

And now, before I go off to the four stages of sleep
I will think of you and your gossamer wings
and I will dream of you holding me through the night
and me kissing you softly on the lips
After I have watched you, my protector, sleep
I wonder what flight of fancy is dancing in his head
his breath is so light that his body hardly moves
Then I think of how I will make the same effort
and write to him tomarrow
especially if i have the smallest fraction of time
even if I have to just hold down the E or U key
and don't stop until it reaches the end of the page


Fugue

by

Nickelle Hubley

Sight Sight Sight Red
He writes and writes
He smudged the page
He longs for her
He waits for her

Red Red Red Dark
Thick the thoughts
Get through my head
Get through my eyes
Get through my hair

Dark Dark Dark Nothing
I call and moan
My rage increased
He lies to me
He lies to me

Nothing Nothing Nothing Black
I tear the page
I tear two more
The missing parts
The emptied holes

Black Black Black Sight
Sorrow now
Clutch my hands
Clutch my head
Clutch my heart