Meat Windows

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on March 16, 2019 by dc

As I walked through the garden
I saw a small child
Throw a tooth
Over a wooden shed roof;

Red ink on my fingers,
Instructions in my back pocket,

I hurried to the greenhouse
And there it sat

Shimmering in the gravel
Under a bright autumn sun,

All speckled brown,
Chest peppered iridescent green,

A single stone on it’s limp,
Lifeless chest,

Shining like a long,
Painted pine cone,
A sycamore leaf
Curling to sleep.

I bent down
To pick it up,

It was oily to the touch
And light in the hand,

I felt my pulse
Through it’s rib cage,

Today is about deconstruction,
Tomorrow’s its noble rebirth.


An Unemployed Journalist Speaks

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 6, 2019 by dc

There’s nothing
Plucky about
Bucking trends
That bend
The truth
And smooth over
Examples of
And stressing
Like sleuths
Who struggle
For clues,

It’s just a job.

Microtonal Rainfall

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 28, 2019 by dc

An elating flux,
The way of a pulse
Scribbled on wax paper,

A new calling card,
Shimmering as if signed
With microscopic certitude;

See it cleverly head
Through the murk,

In its chaotic pace,

Timbres morphing,
Amoebic hiccups
Lost in storms,

The emotion-tugging sounds
Of whispered love
And snuffled tears,

The moment sleep
Succumbs to song,

The phantom ambient.

The Universal Not Knowing

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on February 21, 2019 by dc

The universal not-knowing.

A ribbon of asphalt
Wrapped until it’s lost
All sense of direction
And meaning.

A desolate snapshot horizon
Glinting like lake ice disturbed,
Shimmering uneasy
Amidst thunderous percussion.

A heavy atmosphere,
Both spacious and looming,
Cultivated in a drone
And buoyed by layers of heartbreak.

A pale fog contained
In a burst battle cry,
Unsurprised as it glides
In this stark rudiment.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 18, 2019 by dc

He sits collecting narratives,
People drop them in boxes
Ready to sort into piles,

He looks out the window
Across the courtyard,

An overseas student whistles,
A farmer whittles a stick,
Single mothers queue for coffee
And their children run amok,

Crows gather
And rest on lamp posts,

Shadows are whispering contradictions,
Violent thoughts are trending,
There are wild winds roaming the streets
As dusk’s sky seeps all blood red.

A village fool shouts obscenties
At the idiotic masses,

An old man in well worn clothes
Rants nonsense at the crowds,

A wise and down to earth statesman
Offers comment on society’s ills,

And we’re here in the now,
We’ve put down our notepads
And started scrawling obscenties
Into wooden doors and fences,

There’s no real choice anymore,

Everyone’s upset about the lack of options
But no-one knows what the options should be
Or why they should even exist,

Lovers argue over myths,
Friends fight for alternative truths
And anger rises
Into the same cloudy sky,

Before the blame
Rains down.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 17, 2019 by dc

The graveyard coughs mist
As church gates sit electric
Blanched in heaven’s rust.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 17, 2019 by dc

He became an autumn weekday
On the outskirts of your thoughts,

Jitters crisp in the air,
Doubts heckling like bird song,

Discordant anecdotes
Backed by new voices,

Anxiety murmuring
And echoing through the dimness,

Soundtracked by blown hope
Floating away.