Archive for November, 2012

The Heady Holler

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

A new jam in the can,
A pocket filled
With rumbles
Of salvation,

Fresh medicine,
The moment
Still stuck
In our throats,

The hallelujah throb
Of warmth
And hope,
The heady holler

Of rolling highs
And hillside
Soliloquies
Billowing brightly,

The yes of achievement
As the world breaths its no’s.

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Drift

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 17, 2012 by dc

There is a music brewing slowly,
Distant songs in the mist

As dawn breaks episodically
Across the world
And drops into the void
Between our dreams.

Clocks turn in slow motion
And seconds sludge
As we pace,

Maybe our hearts are in unison,
Maybe we’re just destined to drift,

Maybe our moments sit stolen,
High on a mountain somewhere.

Drunk On Familiar

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

Hunting for new thoughts
In the half pickled forest
The sky flicks its tears,

Gales bluster and shake,
New ideas muddy troubles
And the roots wind on,

Into the open,
A single sun ray shining,
A slit in the dark,

A glorious moment,
A dizzy stomach growling,
An old thought polished,

As the sun elopes
Leaving you simple once more,
Drunk on familiar.

The Fence That Grazed

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on November 8, 2012 by dc

The dogs group
At the end of the road,

The sun weeps
It’s last light

And the sparrows
Rise off

Like dust
In a gust,

Too soon taken.

This night is alive
With regret,

As Autumn leaves
Shiver and fall.

Will you ever return?

The New Goodbye

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 5, 2012 by dc

Chords of discontentment,
Inconsequential mayhem
And the sweet scented sweat
Of memories reborn.

It was the last night,
The new goodbye,
We improvised badly on stage,
Spat questions and stumbled
Like strangers adored
Drowning sadness,

Old friends laughed
In the corner,
The dead hummed
Their approval
And the city sank
Knee deep
In storm water.

The last note rang loud,
Like a new full stop,
It grew with the wind
And rumbled the beams,
Stealing our breath
And approving our dreams

One by one.