Archive for April, 2018

That Etiquette Machine

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 14, 2018 by dc

That etiquette machine
With its hushed brittle words
And cranky decrees,

Rattling stiff-lipped
Through the purring
And churning decisions,

It haunts us around tables
And stutters our tongues,

Then moistens our palms,
Documenting our wrongs.

That etiquette machine,
Clockwork set, never glitching,
Forever twitching in time,

A skin-tight concerto
Of head shakes and sighs
And a mirthless conclusion,

All notes, no surprise,
No applause, no white lies,

Just the faint sound of tutting
And a muted goodbye.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 9, 2018 by dc

Illuminated, scattered,
Rattled by lightning
And grappling fear,

They were here,
They were there,

These galloping thoughts
That jumped fences
Then trenches,
Ran scared,

We were watching
From mountains,
Behind bushes and trees,

We were hunting them
Looking for something
To please us

And leave us
With something
Uneasy but new.