Archive for March, 2015

An Old Hermit’s Song

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 27, 2015 by dc

Pleasure to him
Is a trouble dressed up
With nowhere to go,

An unexpected
Dance of disturbance

In a world where the dead
Have lost most of their meaning,

And the living
Are tickling fools.

The wrinkled idiot
In the corner of his brain

Reckons we are dealing with
The power of tormented scorpions,

A biblical mirage gone wrong.

I like to think he’s just restless,

A changeless whisper
Returning to life
As soon as panic sets in,

A turbulent thinker,

An old hermit’s song.

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Dry Lips Gifting

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 20, 2015 by dc

You couldn’t really
Call them words,

They were
Murmured melodies,

Half way between
Groaning and laughter,

Dry lips gifting
A quick whispered epilogue,

The tiniest circles of spittle
Gently frothing to a close;

It’s the sound people make
When they suddenly realise

There’s no longer
Any need to explain
Every awkward mistake,

To balance out
The feelings of others
And talk just to starve silence.

To some it’s a sigh,
A release,
A full stop,

To me it’s the sound
As a distant star pops.