Archive for April, 2012

Wasp Nest

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 30, 2012 by dc

A wasp nest
In a demolition derby
Mustang engine,

There’s nothing broken,
Just an angry drone,

And the Pepsi children,
All twitchy and wild,

Make the moment,

Electrified
Like fizzing TV’s.

Maybe the wasps
Will die in the smoke,

Maybe there’s
A death rattle
Circling,

A curse
To go alongside

The chronic pain
And the ketchup
Daydreams,

The squealing tyres
And the car park
Doughnuts,

The buzz
Of dust
And nerves.

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We Watched The Ash Rise

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 24, 2012 by dc

We watched the ash rise
And separated slowly
Choking on sunshine

Blue Glove

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 21, 2012 by dc

In the undergrowth
Beneath the leaves
Where the pheasants
Once scuttled,

A single blue glove
Rots slowly,

A token clue
To the quiet,
Solemn beauty
That once
Cued our hearts.

That famished rhythm,
A glorious stumble

Of lost whispers
And daydreams,

Now just
A thought
Gently fading.

Sobriety Leaks

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 15, 2012 by dc

Sobriety leaks
The garden is filled with beasts
All rampant and blurred,

Leaves rustle in fear
The wind rattles with anger
And merriness weeps,

There is no way back
The house is dry and we’ve cracked
With petulant ease.

The Real Hopeless

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 14, 2012 by dc

He has a jawline
Like a diplodocus
Chewing on a crocus,
Buzzing like a locust,
Hocus pocus,

And like the homeless jokers,
He pops like toasters,
And rips like posters,

Out of focus,

He claims he knows us
And then provokes us,

Like a wrinkled
Sack in a bag,

The real hopeless.

Last Call

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 11, 2012 by dc

A cracked old breath,
A gentle phlegmy crackle,
Before the soft, warm words
Uttered like full stops,
Pop and then float away.

Handfuls of faces remembered,
Wet eyes through tissues,
Circling and drifting,
The last beautiful slideshow
Flickering like
A hundred lonely hands
Passing through light

Before they
Tickle the shadows
And fade out.

The Whispers Of Rain

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 6, 2012 by dc

That distant hollow hums
Once more and heartbeats
Line the stomachs
Of the broken hearted,

A love departed
Deep into the park,

The echo of singing children,
The tranquilised hush of cars
And the nagging worries
Braying like donkeys,
Shuddering the brains

Of the soon to be lonely
Autumnal plains,

There’s a wind gently blowing
And the whispers of rain,

Goodbye.