Archive for May, 2010

Dickie & Liz

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 28, 2010 by dc

They were broken like crockery,
Cut bloody with consequence
And tailor made for disaster,

Their hearts smelt of gin,
Their eyes rattled stories
And they loved the feeling of falling,

It was just like a film.

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An Actress In Flight

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 22, 2010 by dc

Spring’s power ballads
A bright bloom of emotion
An actress in flight

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He Said, She Said

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 21, 2010 by dc

You defined the horrors
Of my idiotic ways,
The plays in my head
Where the dead rise and cry
And the pre-packaged lies
Where the clichés all tried
To scream all unique,
Their beaks in the wind
As snobbery pecked,

As indecision let
The pain feast and bet
Under clouds sad and wet,
And you said it’s because
You’d tried all you could
And you were tired of the trying
All the plans and the crying,
Plying your gut with white wine
And just sighing,

Sighing,
Sighing,
Sighing,

Fuck off.

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Nonchalent Cloud

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 15, 2010 by dc

A nonchalent cloud
Whispering intrigue and doubt
Escapes when you sing

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Election Result

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 7, 2010 by dc

And in the false prophet’s mouth
They found a huge black toad.

It talked to them too,

“I came here to find warts,
I came here for you”.

It spoke with a passion
Not heard round these parts,

It quivered when poked
And smelt of hot farts.

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Sofa Voter

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 6, 2010 by dc

The fact that X marks the spot
Never fails to disenfranchise me,

Where’s the grand prize draw?
And why are we helping these pirates?

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The New Civil Service

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on May 3, 2010 by dc

They are the broken stomp of teenage riots
As the tear gas starts to explode,
The stuttered chants of dispersing crowds
And the distant rot of bedsit fiction,
Blogged rebellion and militant posters,

They talk their games in coffee shops
And peace march into the sea.

They will never rest,
Never give up,
Never say never,

Until that is
Their taxes rise
And their wallets cry
For roles in public service.

Civil servants eating lentils
And shopping in Ikea.