Archive for August, 2012

The Old

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 13, 2012 by dc

The old
Are stubborn
With reason,

Sit enough tests
And you’d think
You know all
Of the answers

But the questions
Keep changing,

That’s why
Some of them
Look miserable
As they feed pigeons
On benches
And whisper secrets
To their dogs.

And some are just angry,

They’ve forgotten
All of the answers

And now there’s nothing
But questions

And spinning
And spinning
And spinning,

Dizzyingly so.

That’s why
They often
Sit down.

And as for the happy ones,
The whistle forever ones,

They’ve forgotten it all,

Questions are answers,

Suns rise
And suns fall.

Sweetened Science

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

There’s a danger
In the pinnacle
Of sweetened science,

The dripping needle,
A tear from the eye
Of the still

And here we are
Watching athletes
Break records,

Super human
Circus in full swing,

A quizzical look
On our faces,

Our stubble
And wondering.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 2, 2012 by dc

The spent force
Still had time to explode,

The energy
That fed on tears
And polarised opinion

Rumbled and crumbled along
Before bursting,

Loved ones
Pulled into
The rage,

A blood red sky
On their frothy lips,

A minor explosion
Of hot breath
And bile.

The lovers
Sit tangled
In lies.