Archive for October, 2011

Mondegreens Murmur Malaise

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 29, 2011 by dc

You followed the idiots
Down to the river,

Heads under the surface,
Lectures and laughter,
The white wine
Sign here
Trick.

There were clouds
More like light shadows,
Whispering trees
And occasional
Lullabies.

Do you remember
When the songbirds
Stopped singing?

The leaves
That dropped
On the water
And seemed
To spell words?

Those words were,

Mondegreens

Murmur

Malaise.

Your cult
Is a wound
Best forgotten.

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Number 42

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 26, 2011 by dc

She always had
A teabag
In her ashtray,
Stabbed
By cigarette stubs,

She made love to chaos,

She had a tattoo
On her kneecap
And a birth-marked
Africa.

In her scorched hands
Lay comedy’s tricks
And she played them
One by one,
Dry as bones;

A life of grim times
In a three minute song,

A history of woe
In a wink.

In a cathedral nearby
They prayed for her type

But her type
Had no real need for prayers,

Watch her rest
After tales
And she’d tell you,

There’s
A loose copper pipe
In her chinked tickled brain

And if the price
Rises higher she’s selling.

Cracked Sundays

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on October 23, 2011 by dc

We stare at each other
Through kaleidoscopes broken,

Two drunk flies on shit,
A conversation rolling
Down a hill,

A junction
At it’s base,

Wincing through broken glasses;

And we’re too polite
To continue with our
Dizzy repartee.

We stop,
Look both ways
And rub our hands.

There’s a song
That sings somewhere.

We laugh till we cry,
Part and then shudder

Electric.

The Past Pickled

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 19, 2011 by dc

The past as it haunts
Jars and pickles memories
Till the skins come loose

And The Band Were Called Free Spirit

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 16, 2011 by dc

Eyes aglow
With crack house
Fantasies,

Alabaster skinned
With a fortunate
Haircut,

We’ve seen
All these moves
Before,

The curled lip,
The awkward
Indie flamingo pose,

And now we know

Another
Broken
Sapling,

Piss wet
And splintered,

Has forgotten
The tree
Within.

Saying Goodbye

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 9, 2011 by dc

I tried to break the rules
And found myself toothless,
Curled up on a shed floor,
Whispering to gods
That didn’t exist,

The flickering
Polaroid breakdown,
Aghast  under cobwebs.

I remember the smell
Of dried mud on the trowels,
The grass on the lawnmower blades,
The heartbeats that coughed
And the tears.

Where are you now
Songbirds that littered my garden?
Perfumed reflections,
Tranquil digressions
And the calm twisted
Bodies of dawn?

I still swarm over meadows,
The hunt for direction continues,
The brief warmth of air streams
Puckered then popped,
Shocked like an Indian summer.

There were glimmers of hope
Till the rain fell,

And now it’s a wandering,
Shivering secret
That I’ve kept in my pocket
For years –

I’m not looking for someone,
I’m dreaming revenge,

I’ve stitched up these rainclouds,
Every breath brings the lightening,
Shaking the glorious sky,

Black like the gaps in my teeth,
A fresh way of saying goodbye.

They’re Blessed

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 2, 2011 by dc

Call the spotlights,
Invite the heathens,

Burn
Powerpoint
Presentations
Filled with graphs
And endless facts,

Children smiling,
Parents leaping,
And the venn diagram
Where all the shared parts
Breath like an ocean.

Give me more
Of that potion,
That liquor,
Elixir,
That tranquil desire,

And let me sink
Into these cushions,
Pushing buttocks
Till I find
The perfect position
To laze.

They can do anything now,
Bore me until
I’m the vegetable sludge
Spoon fed to infants,

The purified crisps
Placed on the tongues
Of christians.

I’ve never stopped listening,
I’m heavy like that,
And I get it,
They’re blessed,

There are billions of people on earth,
A trillion thoughts every second,

Thank God
They’re blessed.