Archive for April, 2016

The Why Daddy

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on April 19, 2016 by dc

Your life is
Greased tupperware,
Bent chicken wire,
A tick out of time,
More a swipe.

Your ambition is
A wheelbarrow,
A constant camel,
The old kitchen cabinet
Your granny stacked high.

Your dreams are
Dank disappointments,
Stuttered lights on a highway,
A source of excuses
In a wet muddy pit,

And the dangerous things
You achieve in the darkness
Seem attractive
To idiots
And rogues.

Your rhetoric
Prises war wounds,
Gets high on blame and fear,
In the bellies of your many beasts
Swim streams of bitter tears.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 15, 2016 by dc

As the pink dusk settles
And the suburbs type out their commas

A heron flies low,
It’s quick shadow
A split second of doom
Before the majesty grips,

A car’s wheels spin and whine
Like midnight foxes clawing
And skriking through the streets,

Then hush,
Just televisions
Gently echoing,
Creaking stairs,
The click of kettles,
Rooms a chatter,

Then hush,
Real hush,
It’s a Monday.

That Scar Between

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 11, 2016 by dc

That scar between
This city and its suburbs,

Those broken falsetto warehouses,
The pigeon graveyards,
The wasteland that chatters to foxes

And the darkened buildings without roofs
Rotting like old lifeless teeth.

The rattling vibrations
Of traffic and bad thoughts

Shaking loose gravel
And summoning storms,

The place where the rain starts
And cars get abandoned

Beside take away menus
And singular shoes.

There are memories of fires,

Odd nuts and bolts
That will never be useful again,

A faint smell of burnt plastic,

And there’s always something
Gently crying

At any given hour
Day or night,

Here where hope staggers
And has nothing to lean on,

A beginning
Where the endings

Slick Bob

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 1, 2016 by dc

Elevating off-duty looks,
Starched chinos and the man bag,

A secret service haircut
Matched with a baby blue shirt,

Collars that could cut through
Even the harshest of atmospheres,

A cheeky smile,
Loves football,
Likes most music (except techno),
A big fan of the countryside,

Not very good at describing himself
On dating sites,

Slick Bob.