Archive for April, 2015

That Melody Rebellion

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

A witch once said
If you’re over 30
And travelling on a bus

You’ve failed at life;

But real failure farts
It’s melting brass soundtrack

When you think of nothing but home,

When you insulate your bubble,
Provide, invest, protect,

Fill jars up with hope
And store them underground,

Ushering dust
And dancing for no one,

Only rattling when we dream
These random revolutions,

These fleeting yawns of chaos,

The kind that only happen
When the TV turns bleak

And starts to pretend
Real change is a nightmare

Where the bins lie on fire
And the clouds shriek all grey.

We’re all losers,

We’ve all stared at things
We’ll never attain

And dreamed
Of a gentle apocalypse,

A strange song from way up high,
A meeting of minds,

A fresh new thought
That just clicks,

That melody rebellion,

That dizzy hum and groove,

Like dry fingers snapping,
Withered bones cracking,
An old whisper popping.

We’re gone.

We Can’t Believe You’ve Got This Far

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 16, 2015 by dc

You’ve tasted it,
Now make it,

Get out your
Knives and pans,

Your plans and dreams,
Ingredients and spoons,

You’ve only got one hour.

Break out on your own,
Strive forth with a purpose

And sever all ties
With those that you love,

The ones that you cherish
And hold dear.

Forget them.

They’re Gone.

Start your life afresh
And take a new name,

Live in a new city,

Where no one recognises
Your face,

Where no one knows the things
That you’ve been through,
Your sorrows and crimes

And all those harrowing times
You told us about earlier.

Become invisible.

A ghost.

And do your best
Not to burn the toast.

The Possibilities Of Defeat

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on April 5, 2015 by dc

The spotlight fell,

He had a chance
To say something different,

An opportunity to sing
And hear others sing along;

It seemed like one of those
‘Just add water and stir’ moments,

Sweat glistened on his forehead
Like the promise of fame

Was lighting it’s hearth
And sidling in for the kill,

Hiding cackles
In the crackles
Of the fire,

Raising hackles,
Rattling shackles,
He was wired.

The crowd drew in breaths
And sat hungry,

But his first words were forced
And he choked,

His lips looked dry
And his eyes twitched,

He had the greatest speech
The crowd had ever heard,

But his tie sat all wonky
And his hair was absurd.

(It looked like a half destroyed ship
Rocking itself back to life
In a storm).

It was gone,
That one moment,
That sweet chance to shine.

He even asked for a re- take
As the live cameras climbed

Higher and higher
Till there was nothing but ceiling,

The old paintwork peeling
Above this new death.