Archive for July, 2014

Business Brunch

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on July 31, 2014 by dc

There is something
Hollow when he speaks,

Like a dentist’s
Repeated mantras,
Bus stop gossip
Or the forced cry
Of children.

His hands look
Light and hollow,
Gently wafting
Above his scripts;

His hair
Doesn’t match
His eyebrows

And his buzzwords
Sound like flies
Dizzily drifting
Into coffee cups

At a business brunch
For sales drones,

I’m chewing the skin
On my thumbs.

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Lemon Tree

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on July 18, 2014 by dc

The sun whispered
In the garden
As nature throbbed,

A single hummingbird
Fluttered
Frenetic,

Flies buzzed all fussy
And the wind
Tickled leaves,

As we wandered
All dazed.

A warm blooded sky,

Hot light flickering,
The weird
Clicking crickets

And their hypnotic
Racket

Flowing and growing
Like an orchestra
Thrumming,

A dizzying oddness
Pausing our thoughts.

We held hands
And stared straight at

A single fruit sitting
At the heart
Of a lemon tree
Singing,

Simple and high pitched,
An odd waspish whistle
Of witch giggles
And wonder,

A strange treasure plundered,
A sour delight;

It was wondrous,
Peaceful,
A beautiful sight,

God knows how we got there
But this drink
Now tastes right.

Who?

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , on July 2, 2014 by dc

Sometimes,
Every now and again,
We need to erase people
From history.

We strip them of awards,
Take down plaques and paintings,
Throw old tape into skips
And burn stuff,

Signed photos and t-shirts,
Ticker tape and old contracts;

Why deal with things
When we have fire?

We whisper suspicions in hindsight
And rattle our tutting
Like huge dripping drainpipes;

Why deal with things
When we have the rain?

Gallons of dirty water
Lapping against the stains
We’ve been slowing leaving here
For decades;

Why deal with things
When we can rebuild?

Hundreds of glass buildings
Reaching high and echoing the sky,
Catching our reflections
And just sometimes asking ‘why?’