Archive for September 24, 2008

Rush Goalies

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

The ball
Like a dog
Amongst pigeons,
Shirts with ripped
Like car crashes,
Arms in the air,

‘Me, me, ME!’

A fat boy
Is sweating
And spitting out
Bits of a pasty,
Is ambling around,
Kicking others
In the shins.

Exploding with gusto,
They’re like
Ants across sugar,
Moths ‘round
A flame,
A fight starts,
Ends and
Another begins.

25 – 26
As the
School bell

Electric Children Falling

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

Here is the soil I am eating,
Here is the new endless dirt,
The broken shed,
The sanctuary,
The last pulse of a dead fish,
The sounds
Of electric children falling,
Playing in a ditch
And calling for another,
Brothers in the gutter,
A new dawn for the dying.

The spectrum is a war grave,
The stench is dead and fake,
On top of all the bodies
A leader sits and waits,
A chalk-board with its diagram,
A caution in the foot notes,
It’s easy when you’re spent
And no one really cares,
Caterpillars look like the future,
People stop giving advice
And everything tastes like chicken.

One night under the carpet,
Another lying on stairs,
Idiots drift like fog
And thoughts appear like ghosts.
In a dark, dark corner
Of a rotten, gothic villa,
There are books worth reading,
Crosswords worth filling,
Words are nothing but games,
Trapped mice sit like dice,
I am wise to these moments.