Archive for June, 2008

Saturday 3am

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on June 15, 2008 by dc

Electric elastic
The neck bone,
As skin dust,
As a kumquat,
A giddiness

The kind
Of smile
You only
Really ever see
From a bride
In a furniture shop
By the
Nursery section.

Spine jolts
Sweet slapped,
Like ice caps,
Like a mattress,
A miniature
By lights.

Opening Night

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on June 14, 2008 by dc

It was the greatest whistle
I’d ever achieved,
Stood at the urinal
Like a king holding court
As the piss hit,

Waiting to sing for the crowd,
Washing my hands
Till they sparkled,
Flashbacks of my fingers
Writing words
Across your neck,
My smile inside your eyes,

Alone with my reflection
And a cocky unseen wink,
An hour before the screaming,
An hour before the heartbreak.
Has anyone seen my breath?
I thought,

An hour
Before I found it.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on June 13, 2008 by dc

To the tongue
Hollow words
Before jealousy
Prays for rain,

I say bless her
Like she’s
Dressed to die,
Laugh at the habits
Of angels,
Forget the mess
And seal the time,
Touch her
Like she’s settled.

Keep your skies closed,
Everything looks
Bleaker in winter,
Never wish for a history,
Never dream of a future,
Your destiny is petrified,
Imagine rivers dying young.

Above the Valley of Echoing Dogs

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on June 12, 2008 by dc

An aeroplane cuts through the sky
Like the blade of a lazy chef,

Tractors groan in the distance,
Wasps buzz out warnings,
Flies spin like dazed rain,

Seconds before burning
I’m golden.

In a grove above the valley
I hear the echoes of dogs
And the din of a hundred crows,

I look and try to find
The pillars and squares in nature,
A grey amidst the greens,

And then uncover nothing.

Rabbits scuttle,
Hedgerows twitch,

The world catches scratches,
A thousand leaves rustle,

And I’m golden again.

Tell Me If You Think I’m Going To Get Run Over

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on June 12, 2008 by dc

Head pounding under the arcs
Of criminal fog hooks,
The rain hanging
In the last of my mind,

This is the end
Of the pretty-girl-naked dream
As the sun sinks away
With a night wind.

I hear men in an old harbour
That trumpets out sound,
Water-pipes vibrating
As their pickled voices rip
Against popular melodies,

I watch as murky buildings
Bend towards the salt sprays
And the howling,

I listen out for silence
And try to head towards calm.

I walk stubborn
Against the turning page
Of this urban iron maze,
But the pictures keep snapping
Like winter-stirred heartstrings,

I stray into a knit of buried fear,
Bungled by the salt cuts on my face,
And fall against statues suffocated by ice.

The sky is down,
I glimpse skeletal shadows
As they lurk down hungry streets,

Road noises hit random,

My coat imitates
The shiny mists of early snow,
My lips chap up tight,

The streets are fearsome with rustling,
Wrecked cars sit spent like tired cows,
The day dies and the grey licks darker.

Gales seem to slice out advice,
The rain seems to beat with a point,

I try to move with instinct,

I need agility,
Great fortune
And help as an option,

I’m taking risks.

Sing the Black Ashes

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 11, 2008 by dc

Sing the black ashes,
The high reaching grey rise,
From beacons of worry
We whispered this day once.

Grab memories and stare at
The chimney that’s golden,
The spark of a dead flame,
The last one around here.

Hunt hard for a reason
As gatherers wander,
Look up for a something
And sigh like a steam train.

Sing the black ashes,
The high reaching grey rise,
We join them in moments
And dream as they sleep.

You Take Away Slowly

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on June 10, 2008 by dc

Whistle hiss spitting
Around the clock,

Hot fingered sitars,
An elephant’s lower leg
Turning against
The neon squares,

Casually calved
Into shiny fatted strips
Of moonlight meat,

You move slowly
In a speeded up world.

Saliva tongue strutting,
A pouting sanskrit sigh
Dragging the night,

A gently knotted flesh twig
Greasy rolling
In the flames,

Squirting belches of fat,
Tears from the lamb smoke,
The glimmer of steel,

You see detail
In a bleary eyed world.