Archive for July, 2008

The Revolution Was Televised

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 24, 2008 by dc

There were comprehensive
Shock tactics
Coming from the minds
Of wizened slaves,
There was a dust dance
In a quarry,
A cacophony
Of mess and squeals,
There was an anger
In the midnight air,
A plan to take the leaders lives
With a storm cloud of violent disease,

You just ate biscuits.

Returning to Glory

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on July 23, 2008 by dc

She came to me
Like an estranged wife,
A little fragile,
Half a head filled with bile.
She talked about independence,
Indian recipes
And solitude,
Left occasional compliments
With the hope of return
And smiled
Like her mouth
Was on fire.
She spent hours
Playing half songs
On a synthesiser
She paid too much for
And shivered
When she heard foxes
Cry out late at night.
Her ways were intriguing
Like roadkill,
Her breath was as sweet
As her sweat,
But when it came time
To hold her
She caved in like sponge,
Returning to glory
As soon as I’d gone.

Another Heaven Swells

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on July 23, 2008 by dc

I awake and the morning
Has not yet met your eyes,
Beauty holds its stillness,
Silence keeps its style.

The day has split its yellow
But it’s resting at your feet
And the light is slowly shimmering
In patterns sat unique.

Moments come from nothing,
A dawn that wants to scheme,
A golden glow that paints the room
And swims between our dreams.

These Hands Hold No Tears

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 21, 2008 by dc

These hands hold no tears,
Just a mess of simple dreams,
Elastic trust and warmth,
A small, lost world
Of broken skin and lines.
They hold no promises,
No miracles or schemes,
They can only seize so much
Until things start to slide,
Until decisions once made
Come back to tease,
Shooting up these arms
Towards this shaky mind.
There is nothing here
To feast on,
No warning sign or pledge,
No place to hide forever
Or find yourself reborn.
There is nothing here
To save me
But still I wish you’d try,
No perfect words to hang on
But still I wish you might.
These hands they hold no tears
These hands are high and dry,
So where will all the water flow
When someone starts to cry?

Vulture

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 20, 2008 by dc

A feathered bruise of kinetics,
Neck poised like a one sided war,

Guts of burned hollows,
Wings like tilted cannons.

He has eyes like the tips
Of Amazonian poisoned arrows

And rapacious like the ocean
But drier than its wit,

He is ready to tear and destroy
All the sinewy flesh that he grips.

Undecided Fox

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 19, 2008 by dc

Undecided fox,
Curious fox,
A swaying candelabra
Of staring
Before the unusual freeze.

The instant where
Language is senseless,
Engrossing and twitching,
A visage in stasis,
A glance framed by fire.

Hours in seconds,
A crackling of sorts,
In a bright light of greyness
Something has broken,
Maybe he’s just
A rain-cloud alive.

Anything or Nothing

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 18, 2008 by dc

It could be anything
Or nothing,
A country walk down a lane,
A stroll through a forest,
Underwear in the brambles,
Loving arms by the oak tree.
There are roads
That we could travel on,
There are words that don’t exist,
There is time
To kill and wallow in
But the time
Is ripped to bits.
It hangs on the oak tree
And rustles in the bushes,
It staggers like lovers
And saves both our blushes
With dusk.