Archive for January, 2017

His Wet Cap Dripping

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on January 26, 2017 by dc

A sad, ugly bruise
On the leg of this land,

A pockmark,
A crooked gate closed,

Ireful and grumpy,
Dressed like an accident,

Dark rain peppering
His unwilling sighs,

High on abandon.

Stood underneath
The angry acrobatics
Of territorial crows,

Solitude fringed
With grasped bitterness,

His wet cap dripping
A tightly framed world

Where the morris men dance
Amidst peculiar tales,

All rose tinted pint pots
And idiot songs,

Make believe memories
Hand-picked and polished,

Hung between bunting
With pride never questioned;

It’s all cheese sandwich dreams
And the fear fight,

Wistfully growling
Good night.

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Sacrificial Hiccups

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on January 21, 2017 by dc

From the unmarked graves
On the cusps of dusty hills,

To the messages on fallen walls
In the hearts of war torn towns,

There is a need to just
Pause and take breaths

Now there’s nothing left
But the icy sheened eyes

Of the puppets
And the infamous thieves,

The blood on the chins
Of the ruthless,

And the stains that shouted loudest
Through rectified dark skies.