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Jason Hardung Reads Little Gods and their Chariots

Posted in Jason Hardung, VIDEOS with tags on May 13, 2010 by Scot
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Jason Hardung

Posted in Jason Hardung on November 15, 2009 by Scot


THE GUY IN THE RED HAT

A guy younger than me
in a red stocking hat
comes out of the cold and
sits on the couch in the coffee shop.
His legs are tightly crossed,
so are his arms
his chin to his chest-
a cold bird high
in a tree with no leaves.
His mouth hangs open
from his pale face
thin rimmed glasses holding back eyes
that fixate on the wooden floor
slowly drifting in and out of consciousness.
A plastic grocery bag
full of his belongings sits next to him.
People go on around him
like he has always been there.

I always wanted to be an artist
so I could paint life like this.
My hand never steady enough
to trace man’s inner conflict.
I always wanted to be able to sing
so people would listen.
I wanted to be God
but I’m scared of water.
I want to buy this guy a cup of coffee
and get his story
but I don’t
I just type and look
over at him
and every once in awhile
he looks at me and wonders
what my
problem is.

Jason Hardung

Posted in Jason Hardung with tags on November 14, 2009 by Scot

INSIGNIFICANT MOMENTS LIKE BULLETS

I remember the note she left-

“I closed the window.
It was raining.”

She was gone
when I got home
from work that day.

I get dressed
and wonder whose head
she is throwing dishes at now.

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Posted in Jason Hardung with tags , on November 12, 2009 by Scot

SECRETS OF THE ANTIQUARIUM

I was nineteen and still believed tn
the mystics walked among us
a guitar could get me laid
and I could control the rotation of the earth
with extreme concentration.
I drove a pick up truck
through trenches in Middle America
was in love with a slut
carried a gun
and partied until the ceiling
spun like a dream sequence
in a Ken Kesey’s home movie.

Gunfighters, junkies and cowboys
became heroes of mine
and love conquered all.
From the bus window I saw Jesus
stifled on billboards
and in the back room of the Antiquarium.
I thought his verse resembled Jim Morrison’s
Horse Latitudes-
and they both did the crucifixion
pose for their head shots.
I wanted to burn out young.
My life would make a great
made for TV special
and Kirk Cameron would play
my teenage years.

Once I was born
sucking on the floppy tit of the beast
fed it until it overcame adversity
killed it and made it holy.

I followed train tracks and miracles
fire on my heels
flowers in my ribs
sun on the horizon-

there was always California
if the bottom fell out.