Archive for June, 2019

Dutiful

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 29, 2019 by dc

Silence broods
The floating smoke,
Embers rise,

Tears hang
Like dew on
Bent gutters,

Feet shuffle shivers,
A breeze licks
Its wet,

Eyes dizzy
Down to
The ground,

Moths oscillate,
And the crowd
Disperses.

From above
They scatter
Like the splash

Of the first
Storm’s raindrop
Stretched out,

A random fan
Of wet anomaly
Strewn loose,

As thunder
Threatens
Then drifts,

A dance of
Abandoned detachment,
A barely audible

Rip.

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Last Year’s Haircut

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 26, 2019 by dc

He leant in with last year’s haircut,
Kissed her digital image convincingly
And relaxed into his script;

Truth is he just mouthed things,
He didn’t even bother with stagecraft,
He just ruffled his hair and smiled,

There’s a simple truth in laziness,

Improvising shame and ruthlessness,
Unapologetic foolishness,
Stumbling around all ludicrous

In another person’s dream.

Powder Blue

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 23, 2019 by dc

Light cracks
And the stars
Glimmer through,

Motion fizzles
And skips,
Morning wonders.

Peripheries catch
Stippled specs
Distant dancing,

Odd sounds
Elongate
And smear echoes,

Reality pops,
Delusions quiver,
Balance rocks.

In a fading
Corner of the room
Beliefs recede,

Worries tingle,
As insomnia hovers
Like a gull lost at sea,

Weary mantras retreat
In serenity’s
Stolen shadows

And the dawn whispers
Clues powder blue,
As the sky catches breath.

Tapas Night

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

Next to a pot where the pickled entrails sat,
All Pollock flicked splatters and ripe gluttony,

Where tentacles lolled over the sides of chipped bowls
Like drunken snooker players stretching for shots,

Shrill laughter descending from rattling lampshades
As another cranked joke split its guts,

We shuffled wry smiles and raised eyebrows.

Bent urban songs winced into liquor for loners,
Cutlery cut shards of light flecked with spittle,

A cacophony of conversations and scuffed, shuffled furniture
Melted into mutual memories and newly mangled mistakes,

The joy of shared chaos holding hands with hot screaming,
Maimed dreams wrapped around a new entropy,

We left before the first glass was thrown.

It Was A Sunday

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

Flickering
Like an odd,
Dirty fleck
On misty specs,

A castle slowly
Crumbled
In the distance.

All frail and forlorn,

It swayed and then
Sank in stages,

Grumbling final moans
And then sighing,

Lost in a hope
Long forgot.

The waves swept
Incessant and carefree,

Nothing grieved,

The shoreline bent
Like a crooked wince

Until the sand
Disappeared from sight,

And we walked hand in hand
As the sun started setting;

Flocks of hungry gulls
Feasted on the waste
Left in stray,
Washed-up netting,

Clouds danced,
All duplicated rhythms
And digressions
Loosely spreading,

We headed home
Without messing,

It was a Sunday.

We’re Done Here

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 9, 2019 by dc

That incessant itch,

Photographs shredded,
Letters burnt,
A new start.

The blurring wounds,

Disappearing voices,
Stammered belief
And the cold sweats.

Those weeping assistants,

Incantations of innocence,
Body language coached
Two times a week,

And we’re done here.

Jittery Quiver

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 8, 2019 by dc

A restlessness glazed
Then propped up to dry,

A mirror image
Gently warped in dense silence,

That slow, drawn out second
Before the stuttering,

Caught by a jittery quiver,
A misguided thought,

That 3am flutter,
The brief blurring of sense,

A melting aurora
In a pixelated pinch,

A quick knuckle crunch,
A miswired spark,

As stars start dancing
Through the skylight

And the frivolous
Moments all blink,

Things sink
And then rise,

A deep breath
Then a sigh

Elongated.