Archive for May, 2009

Night Sky

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 30, 2009 by dc

The wet sounds of stars
Gently sobbing ensembles
All needy and lost


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 25, 2009 by dc

We’re other people’s
A crime that goes
The drunken fights
Of strangers,
A maze
Of unwritten motives,
Babies wailing,
Families disappearing,
The hurricane chaos
Of children,
A let down
Writ large,
A month
Of freshly unearthed
Suburbs separated
With sorrow,
The serial bellow
Of questions,
An evening
Of huge hollow eyes.

Turning Keys

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on May 19, 2009 by dc

In the love we built from mirrors
All I ever saw was me,
Apparitions made from greed,
Stolen moments in reflections,

And I’m sorry that my selfish ways
Are now just dead birds in a forest,
Burnt out husks in war torn towns,
A foreign way to cry forever,

I’m sorry I was made of card
And that I folded easily,
I guess all those times I sung of love
I was merely turning keys.

A Wandering Question

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on May 17, 2009 by dc

Birdsong through the rain,
A desert wind that touches tears,
River banks breaking
And flooding a town,

These are the moments
I miss you like cold snaps,
A chaos of seasons
Delaying the sunrise,

Foxes cry shanties,
The pigeons stay hidden
And under a stone bridge
Time cries for a reason,

You’re long gone
Like good times and greed,
A wandering question,
A thought and its seed.

A Mutual Friend

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 13, 2009 by dc

The phlegmy sluice
Of a dribbling sun
Casts its spittle
Into the sea,

And there in the shadows,
As dusk wakes the dust,
Creeps a damp,
Haggard figure,
A lurching sack,
A shuffling mess
Casting his thoughts
From the dock
To the sea,

We have seen him before
And we will see him again.

With a blistered lower lip
He talks to strangers,
He counts seagulls
And hunts through the bins
For his thoughts,
He dreams of the long gone
And prays for our souls,

Blotting the pain out
And shouting our names,

He is a mutual friend.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on May 9, 2009 by dc

The buffalo cries
Behind eyes dead as deserts
Something sits stolen

Border Town

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 9, 2009 by dc

The whisky and the punching
Left me wheezing in a ditch
As the uncouth rattle of scooters
Lay rhythms through the village,

I remember the horses
Dancing in circles,
The comments of owls
And the ice cold winds
As they wafted across
My damp and bruised body,
Singing sweet songs
Of gin and confusion.

You don’t go table dancing with farmers,
You don’t shout out welsh rebel songs
In a rough border town
Or pepper your speech with violence and phlegm
To a yard of drunk strangers
Who fight for a living,

It used to be
People like me
Died at the hands
Of these troglodytes,

But these ditches they love me like family,
These stars they guide me home
And in time I will realise
I was born for this beating,

Born for the night fields
And border town violence,
Aggression spat random,
A queer cloud at dawn.