Archive for October, 2008

No Smoke Without Fire

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 31, 2008 by dc

Sometimes we set things on fire
Just to see what they’ll look like
As they burn,

Something grips us tightly
As we stare into the flames
And flicker as they dance.

When nothing burns
And things just melt
We walk back into nature,

We stare at moss and watch it grow
Just to know we’re chosen,
Just to know we’re nothing.

They say the path without fear is fearsome
And there’s no smoke without fire,
Except when things are melting,

This world is filled with liars.

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Light in the Morning

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 27, 2008 by dc

Sparked by the bones
Of a yesterday
I am the new collapse,
I spit like fried bacon
And talk like a wind chime,
I giddy the pavement
And dabble in guidance
Just to see light in the morning.

That tomorrow madness
Disappointed,
It never really showed,
The beauty of guessing
And the monster of thought
Took their kid for a walk
In an old backwards park
And let the future grow old.

It’s way beyond reach,
I may never touch it,
My bed has a voice
And it’s calling,
The salad in my fridge
Is compost,
I have never
Known myself better,

Today is the start of my life.

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Waking on the Couch Again

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

Waking on the couch again,
Head like a bike
With both its wheels buckled,
Piss hole eyes
And zip marks on my face.
Fresh from dreaming about bats,
Bug filled floors
And the songs of the cavemen,
I’ve got chest hairs like radars,
Feet searching for land
And a hand that’s long died.
Waking on the couch again,
A flat ball,
A stranger,
Another lost take
On the tranquillised gorilla,
Wasted with bad shapes,
Alive with my doubts,
Winter is coming,
It brews ‘round my nose.

Winter Crow

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

Watch the
Winter crow
Perch,
Watch it
Rest in the tree,

A black heart
Beating
In a
Skeleton chest.

Hear it
Bark like
Its singing
With its
Guttural call,

A death crept
Slowly
From an
Echoing hall.

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Three Years Ago

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

Three years ago,
Engulfed in happiness
I met you,

A beauty that filled the room,
Songs of joy and expectation
Alive in my ears,

The kiss of soft lips
And the touch of contentment
Bursting my heart and drying my tears,

Gentle explosions
That made the dawn rise
And then let the sun sink,

Bright like the magic
Of an after storm rainbow
Or a truth amidst lies,

You set my eyes wide
Like a goddess in gold,
A bliss fresh like dew,

It’s true, I am flawed but I love you,
You are light
Through the grey of my dreams.

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St Ives at Summer

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 16, 2008 by dc

The morning has no meaning,
Your eyes delay the sunrise
And I could drink on milky skin
Till comets drop
From the darkness,
Till religion breaks the silence
And the sugar noisy summer kids
Shake sweet the gorgeous calm.

The morning has no meaning,
I’m just waiting for the evening
When all this starts again,
When all the things that led us here
Weave tight to save the lonely,
It’s electric like excitement
Was always meant to be
As we walk beneath the seagulls,

Between the breakfasts
And the unity,
The shells where oceans sing,
The light that skims the lapping tides,
This was never accidental
We are names carved into trees,
This was never just a holiday,
We are the beach, we are the sea.

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Accidents Happen

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

The ghosts of mice
Scuttle in the fireplace,
The old house creaks,
The neighbours moan.

Amidst the tears
Of idiot thoughts
And the flashbacks
Of happier times

Sadness rolls
Like dust across rugs
And the lights flicker
Seventies gloom.

There are kids on TV
Talking about
Broken marriages
And drug addiction,

They want us
To pity them,
They want us to care
But in times of disaster

We are happier
Just staring at colours
And burning our mouths
With sweet tea.

The kitchen smells
Of bacon fat,
Two flies dance
Around the window

And the streets outside
Have holes in the pavements,
They swallow the sun
And invite the wet sorrow,

We fill them
With hope and annoyance,
And we question
Whether this is the future.

Autumn leaves come early,
It’s the breeze
Making all the dust move now,
Everything hovers,

This was never the plan
But these accidents happen
When dogs bark out lies
And crows carry death,

Half the road parties
The other’s a mess,
Floorboards lie weary,
It’s all for the best.

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The Wolves

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

Listen to these words,
There are wolves in the woods
Up to no good
And their tails
Are alive in the air,
The cold wind blowing
Has sown its doubts
And the thieves
Are sat down tossing coins.

Collect up my whispers
And arrange a tight sentence,
Make sure that it makes sense,
We are living like whistles
Through bushes
Dissecting
Our separate missions,
We pretend they’re just thoughts,
Loose transitions.

Position yourself by my side,
If we listen to gossip
We’ll be lost like the prophets
Who said we would one day be kings,
Nobody knows
What is best left alone,
What is house, what is home,
Why we come, why we go,
Flowing like rivers of bones,

As the groans of the wolves
Match our moans.

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Teeth Talkers

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on October 6, 2008 by dc

They walk around country estates
Like catalogue clowns,
They hold canes like loaded shotguns
And snort at swearing children.

They’re faces look like chiselled wax
But never seem to melt,
Their friends are insistently orange
And conversations hate them.

They throw loose change at cyclists
As they race past in their jeeps,
Their advert smiles are sickening,
Their mothers loved them too much.

They count bickering as a hobby,
Their hands are wild cat’s claws,
They talk through their teeth
And film themselves having sex.

We all know one vaguely,
Yet not really at all,
In simpler times they’d be beautiful beggars,
Miserable but kept well out of sight.

Their honesty sits
Amongst jars filled with tears,
To befriend one
Is the meaning of lonely.

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Sponge

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 3, 2008 by dc

He became a joke,
He laid down red carpets
And fought for nothing,

A knight without intrigue,
He tried to sing songs
But his lyrics were wretched.

In the cold light of day
He was nothing but lonely,
A dog without blankets,

He spent hours just thinking,
Imagine that, ‘just thinking’,
He was dead to the mirror.

All he wanted was yesterday,
A rewritten history,
A logic without diversion or lies,

All he got was the rain
And a down pour at that,
He was sponge and the sky was an ocean.

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