Archive for January, 2015

We Caught Them Braying

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on January 26, 2015 by dc

We caught them braying,
But they weren’t donkeys,
Or horses or ponies or mules,


They were the chosen ones,
The elected,

And we tried to play along;

Instead of riding them,
We fed them,

And instead of saddling them up,
We stroked them and whispered
Sweet nothings and old folk songs,

We told them everything
Was going to be okay,

We reassured them,
Built up their confidence
And patted their rumps,

We never fenced them in fields,

We let them run free.

I digress.

We caught them braying

And it sounded
Like death’s angry corpse
Rattling and plotting revenge,

A huge rage of neighing,
A holler almighty
And a hideous roar burning wild.

All we ever did was feed them
And tell them they were clever,

Now I’m certain
They’d like us
All gone

Old Joe

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on January 17, 2015 by dc

The way his life
Crumbled in stages

As the world
Took one step back

Was the final
Stuttered joke.

Skin that shone
Like peanuts,

Warm and salted
In a bowl,

A face of maps
And hands like leather,

Old Joe
Was a drowning folk song;

The only time
He ever smiled
Was singing in the toilet,

Eyeballs bathed
In smoke and drink.

An old dog
Orbiting his shadows,

Socks upon the carpet,
Strangers’ tears
Between his toes,

Old Joe used to go
With the flow
Like draught beer,

But the fears
He was fading
Were real.

Until The Day’s Gone Dark

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on January 4, 2015 by dc

Let’s wait until
The day’s gone dark,

Ignore the winter winds,
The electrician knocking,
The neighbours with drills
And the bullish swagger
Of the bin men,

By 8pm they’ll be
Watching soap operas
And eating chips;

The night is made for song,

Let’s wait until
The day’s gone dark

Before we
Sing along.