Archive for July, 2015

Edit Your Day

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , on July 15, 2015 by dc

They called it ‘Edit Your Day’.

People had started recording
Their entire lives

And the world was just
Edited highlights.

Nobody took anything or anyone
Seriously anymore.

Everyone was disgusted
With each other.

Nobody was famous.
Everyone was famous.

Mischief collided with misery
And it all fell apart clip by clip.

For the next hundred years
Nobody recorded or watched anything.

Then some smart arse with a lighter
Lit his fart on fire

And the whole thing started again.

Devious Whispers

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on July 2, 2015 by dc

Snide like frozen apple pie,
A stolen lyric burning,

Scarred moons and sleepless silence,
A wild dog in the woods.

The taste of devious whispers,
Mingled troubles in the shadows,

Weeping hillsides and worn highways,
Dead settlements and lost priests.

The scent of something wrong,
All roughshod truculence,

A liar in the darkness shamed,
A poetical evening in tatters.