The Right Shade Of Outrage

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 22, 2020 by dc

When you landed in sequins,
Hung up in a glimmering darkness,
Sparkling careless, screwed-up love
And seducing new fanatics and strays,

You came alien and strange,
Soundtracked with a stolen guitar,
Sliding mutated songs on Vaseline
And blasting our shadows with light.

Lipstick just the right shade of outrage,
You grasped the crass voodoo crush
And painted priests in your make up,
As cryptic messages rained down,

An electric tiger on a mission,
You guided us through ecstasy’s day breaks,
An invader claiming our minds from a stage
And jiving us hard till you starved;

We watched the transformation of a star
Into a world rotating sun,
With the wave of phase and the spark
Of a joy debauched and undone.

That Alien Throb

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on September 20, 2020 by dc

The waves pulse,
Those salty tears,

The neon maps
Of lands and veins,

That alien throb,
Jaw softly locked;

Late night incantations,
Heightened through haunting,

A yesterday clutched,
A soon bled with colour,

The thrill of stuttered yawns,
And those great, wild intentions

That just rested asleep.

Big Machine

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on September 6, 2020 by dc

Skin creased all bitter and citric,
Pity painted to the soles of their feet,
Chewed fingers and a lurch as they walk,
Unsteady and ignorant,

Faces sculpted from mashed potato,
Words mushed into one long sound,
Tobacco tans and eyes like the holes
In punched walls;

Someone gave them a voice,
Someone said we should listen,

And now the idiots are oiling the big machine,
Greasing its wheels and buffing its bonnet,
Adding spoilers and flags and freestyling,

The acid reflux of racism revs,
The manual gears of science and fact
Are now automatic lies and distractions,

The truth got so boring it fell off
To sit and rust at the side of a road,

And now we’re here giving time to the fumes
Of greed and hate fogged up to look like
A floating green aurora offering hope,

A beautiful mirage that echoes their anger,
Whispering excuses and offering answers
To the weak and paranoid questions
Rotting at the base of their souls;

They don’t really have goals anymore,
Just a hungry desire to burn things
And have a huge barbecue in the aftermath,

Then after that one long wrestling match
And an anthem that celebrates death.

If only they could take a breath and a look,
Read a book and cuddle up to something other than fear,

Maybe then we wouldn’t be here
And that big machine could just disappear.

Another Life, Another Man

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 21, 2020 by dc

Lost in a doppelganger’s daze,

Painting yourself into the corner
Of another empty room,
The fumes nuzzle your sweat,

Confused nursery rhymes sing
Through the bristles as night falls
And bubbles pop on the ceiling,

A back splash of petrified joy
Dancing like sparks through the dark.

Flashbacks scuttle like rats,
Rust creeps into happiness,
Wearing away your ambition
And all the sweet things that glistened
As your reveries unravelled,

The magic garden and the innocence,
The twisted fairy tales and feedback
Melting in the psychotropic lights,
Detuning till your strings became slack,
Freezing as the TV cameras rolled –

And it’s all too much and ‘very noisy’,
Another life, another man.

You were the colours of an orchard
As the sun cuts through a storm,
A magnificent Icarus dandy dressed,
A handsome charm all glints and sparkle,
Tumbling words and jumbled laughs;

A fame lopped short and left to walk home,
A mind filled with dust and fading guitars,
A sun flicked off with a switch.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 17, 2020 by dc

Spinning in
Our monologues,

Pretending we’re
An epilogue,

Everyone’s an

These days.

This Island

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 16, 2020 by dc

I do not know
Where all these
Memories go
When we turn
Into dust,

I like to think
Our footprints
Are cyclical,

And this island
Is echoing.

Broken Eulogy

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on August 12, 2020 by dc

He coughed like a distant storm rumbling,
Phlegmy creaks from the black,

Trapped grunts and rasped gripes,

A stuck shop shutter tugged,
An old door swinging on a single rusty hinge,
A dozen trowels scraping a concrete path,

When he laughed birds scattered
And gravity cracked.

But he was more than just a cough,

Dave was a dentist
And a miserable sod.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 9, 2020 by dc

Buds blare like trumpets
Heralding the swing of Spring
All brassy and ripe

Sweet Mystic Dance

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 7, 2020 by dc

Taken by the wind
The bright-eyed child leaving home
Fluttering golden,

Tap your fairy tales
And let the whispers float out
All lily white lush,

Dream and then scatter
The odd thoughts you left hidden
In old lonely rooms,

Purge woe and master
Awkward instincts unravelled
In sweet mystic dance,

Weave your fantasies
Through songs where heartache blossoms
The moment storms cease,

And find yourself flown
The blush of summer amazed
Rhapsodic in flight.

As Time Leaks On

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on July 31, 2020 by dc

As time leaks on

I’ve slowly realised
That those mistakes you made,
Those rough words and edges,
Never meant to leave splinters,

Those dark, dank decisions,
Repellant and strange
Like oil on fresh water,
Never meant to leave stains.

I grow old and see patterns
In others and myself,
I speak in all the same riddles
Then gift the hurt that I’ve felt,

I take self doubt and worry
And dress them in your clothes,
Imagine parallel confusions
Then regrets sat decomposed;

There’s an ache I think we share
But a hope that heals the pain,
Like the rumble then the rhythm
Of another homeward train.