Archive for February, 2014

We Stare Awhile

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on February 22, 2014 by dc

Mosaic glass volcano slide,
The size of sixteen hundred smiles,

Awhile we stare,
We stare awhile,

Then watch the clocks
And the light that glides just sighs
Then dies outside the restaurant.

Not much they’d never want
Those sycophants bleeding loose words
On the pavement,

Derailing the silence
Like plastic bags hiding their past

Behind dark clouds,
En-masse,

Just the tree leaves all gathered,
Unscattered to relieve them of shame.

Before rain comes
And we’re sat here,

Sat still here,
Always sat here,

We’re the benches
And we’ve never truly mattered.

Mowing The Snow

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 14, 2014 by dc

You leave me gasping for air
Like there’s a chill on my lungs,

A frost in the air,
All kisses and shivers,

My neck hairs
A wild, dancing crowd
At a winter carnival.

You leave me longing to hold you
Through days, weeks and seasons,

A hibernation extended,
All clocks running skyward,

All dizzy and dazed in my driveway,
Wide eyed at midnight,
Mowing the snow.

Boogie-Woogie Teeth

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on February 6, 2014 by dc

He had boogie-woogie teeth
The colour of whiskey sours,

And he paraded around the town
Like a peacock in a park,

Decked in pinstripes
And stale smoke,
Cheap aftershave and pomp.

He walked with a stylised limp,
Eyes twinkling in lemon juice,

A battered black book
Tucked in his waistcoat
Filled with old loves and losses,

An emerald ring on his finger,
Thin, dyed hair on his head

And a bastardised version
Of glory in his stride.

He was nothing
If not deluded,

A sucker for
Tales never ending,

The joys of battle
In his eyes;

He tinkled as he wrinkled
And he rattled when he died.