Archive for April, 2019

That Cackle

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 22, 2019 by dc

That cackle,
Musty and burnt
Like a sodden cigar
Crushed underfoot
Outside the Royal Legion,

A curdled cough,
Snarling down the street,
All shivered gutters,
Twisted, leaking engines
And monologues paused,

A chapped and cracked
Thumb of a man,
Rumbling threats
In a grumbling funk,
Endlessly stained.

Abrupt Blackout

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 19, 2019 by dc

When the bulb fizzles out,
The glass stays warm,

All hushed fascinations,
Inhalations,

Fresh dilations
And pfft.

A pivotal moment,
A popped sigh
Cocked askew,

A hovering suspense

With those brief
Tickled shivers,

And soft
Hissing whispers

Of unassigned types.

Generation Next

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 18, 2019 by dc

Just like the minor fools
Who thought so many things
Were achievable,

They sit twisted on the sofa,
Patiently waiting for
Pizza and enlightenment;

They’re avoiding the news
And just waiting for signs,
Or at least sublime substitutes

For all the heartburn
And the vague regret
That something could’ve been done,

Something won,
Were it not for that
Big blinding sun.

Leaves

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 17, 2019 by dc

Cascading leaves dance
Shimmering in the sun spots
Fragile as they sway.

Brutal

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 13, 2019 by dc

Brutal beliefs
In an over ripe
Memorial garden,

Low buildings,
The shadows drop
Quickly at dawn,

All the neon
And glitter fades
In the sun,

All the cracks
And stains slouch,
Ungroomed and tired;

A surprised town
Where the dandelions
Sing until winter,

Streets propped up
By liquor and
Flickering hope,

History itching
Through pavements,
Beneath doorways,

There were reveries
Here when the dogs
Roamed.

Fridge Magnets

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 7, 2019 by dc

Her young words
Stuck to my thoughts

Like fridge magnets
Sliding slightly
Down a door,

A beautiful question
I’d reduced to a
Cutting aside,

Why are you always funny?

We looked at each other
For a moment,

Two cats frozen,
Guessing,

Just the purr
Of the passing cars
Outside –

I’m not really,
I said,

I know,
She sighed.

Another Astronaut Retires

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 7, 2019 by dc

The best way of announcing
He had no new terrains
Left to explore

Was with the city at gridlock,
In an electrical storm,

Amidst the wet, manic pavements
Of a bustling city,

A worried nation,

All telekinetic prayers
And fetishized chords
Of depression,

Commercialized indecision,
Derision and sitcoms –

An absurdist existence
For most folk,

But most folk
Skipped hope long ago.

A world away from
The stifling black
And the beauty of dusk,

He was part of a vision,
But that vision’s outgrown,
Left to rust,

Blown faith bends
The wrong way sometimes

Much like songs,

And that silent, floating shape
Was a human all along.