Archive for March, 2014


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on March 28, 2014 by dc

We are an outline
A truth that forgets nothing
A sunset on pause


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on March 20, 2014 by dc

The turtle on the sand
Has seen it all before
And still he’s none the wiser;

Apathetic waves
Dappled by
Those hum drum sun beams,

Wafting sullen palm trees,
All salty, sour and clueless,

The never changing rock pools
And the never ending skies.

He’s never been surprised
And he’s been there
Quite awhile,

Even cameramen don’t faze him
But don’t expect a smile.

The Final Whistle

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on March 11, 2014 by dc

The impudent
Stagger sleeplessly

As crowds scatter slowly
Like shipwrecks forever floating.

It’s like they’re expecting
The motion of the sea
To fly away like birds
Towards the sound of fresh thunder.

In the darkest corners
Of the dizziest eyes
In this city of any direction,

This seething night of roasting meats,
Of summer anguish and arid landscapes,

Sinks into the pith
Of its old dying factories,
The mulch of wasted trying,
An industry retired.

Now there’s nothing but
Dense flocks of moping
Where proud cries once echoed,

Desperate incarnations
All shadowy like sundials,

Lost down twilight’s strange dirt tracks,
Scattered like rotten seeds in the breeze,

Grieving for fun.