Archive for June, 2019


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 6, 2019 by dc

A docile menagerie
Of tropical insects and fools,

Coping without intrigue,

Just lollygagging their way
Through each day
Then repeating.

A handful of dazed workers
Stuck in routines,

Moseying through blurred rooms,
Dusty cages and hallways,

Orbiting life,

Numb with the thought
Nearly everything’s gone,

Nearly everyone was wrong.

Stroking the half dead plants,
Coughing thoughts and
Crusty mantras,

Lost in the wild buzzing drone,

Reading sun-stained books,
And eating daydreams for lunch;

Lofty foreigners
And freakish lords loitering
Around vases and sculptures,

Sipping on tear-tickled champagne,
Gobbling olives,

And feasting on sautéed chunks of flesh
Torn from freshly endangered mammals,

There is an audible harmony
Of lip smacks.

Heaven’s choir is polluting the garden
With angelic melodies,

Butterflies speed across fizzing lawns
Like hope was a banquet
And morning was her future.

Its enough to make you choke
On your sandwiche,

And they did.

Every last worker choked on their sandwiche,

And no one ever found them.

They had no families or friends.

Even their dreams are now dead.

Only the insects remain.

Professor Strange Times

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 2, 2019 by dc

There’s no doubting the fact

I’ve been documenting the behaviour
Of these idiots for quite some time now,

So long I’ve become almost immune to their fatuity,

But something seems broken of late,
All glitched and cock-eyed,

Their vocabulary keeps resetting,

They stand all triangular and rigid
At formal functions sweating,

And there’s no real betting
Which way they’ll head next

But I’d guess it’s most likely obtuse.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 1, 2019 by dc

We’ve abandoned the barbecue,

There’s a cloud of insects outside,
Locusts I think,

They’ve been here since lunch.

They’ve completely stripped the foliage
At the base of the garden,

Near the greenhouse,

I’ve never known a swarm like it
And I’ve been on safari twice.

Andrew thinks it’s got something to do
With global warming,

But Angela thinks it’s because
Of some warm fronts coming up from Africa,

And Brian reckons it’s all about
The great summer we’ve been having,

They love plants and the weather’s been perfect;

But I think it’s one of those things
That just happens sometimes.