Archive for April, 2013

All Sky And The Why?

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 30, 2013 by dc

Airplanes tear the clouds
As leaves tease their entrance,

Streets lights stutter and buzz,
Birds flutter then roost,

Dusk arrives
And truths die,

All we know is now
And we separate like answers,

All sky and the why?

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Awaiting The Dusk

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 26, 2013 by dc

I separate light
Just like the skeleton trees
Awaiting the dusk

Handfuls Of Snapshots

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 20, 2013 by dc

I don’t really remember
Those days anymore,

At best they’re just
Handfuls of snapshots,

Slender seconds of joy,
The kind that every
Now and then
Come to you in the shower,

Whispering their echoes;

And as for the longing,
It got left on that farm,

The one with the withered chickens
And the incessant rain,

The listless geese
And the terrible sandwiches.

Don’t get me wrong,

When all this ends,
You’ll be there in the slideshow,

But there won’t be any credits
And there’ll be
Happier things to focus on,

The smiles of my parents,
The day-glow faces
Of my friends,

And those two dogs
I once saw
Locked in coitus
In a car park,

Aroused, scared and confused,
Whimpering strange limericks,

Make of that
What you will.

Strange Ghosts

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 15, 2013 by dc

Withered weather women
Flicker storm clouds on the screen

And their toothless Christian prayers
Break a million summer dreams,

Oh perfect memories why are you fading into black?
Why am I trapped inside this cellar?
Are you ever coming back?

Because I have told strange ghosts
That I don’t think you ever will.

I Read It On The Internet

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 7, 2013 by dc

There are more
English kisses
In France
Than
French kisses
In England.

It can never
Be tested,

But we all know
It’s true.

The reason
Donkeys
Can sink into
Quicksand
But mules
Rarely do,

Is that
The mule
Stays calm,

I don’t want
To test it,

But trust me
It’s true.

Imperious Mistakes

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 4, 2013 by dc

Imperious mistakes

Fluttering
Like butterflies,

Our dreams
Hypnotize them

Like a dozen
Dizzy lullabies.

Discovering Themes

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 2, 2013 by dc

The sun splits
Through the sycamores
And warms the soil.

How sweet
The ants seem

And how quaint
To dream we’re above them.

Staring at skylines,
Licking ice creams,

The clouds move in circles
Discovering themes.