Archive for October, 2019

Autumn’s Fallen

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

That improvised face
Framed by a swinging fringe,

All doubt and gently pressed,

The spaced-out wanderer
Wrestling with distant thoughts,

Plucking fruit from rotten trees,
Talking worries into huddles,

Pacing aimlessly,
Wired and fretting,

Straying down streets
All greys and rusty browns,

Like autumn’s fallen too soon.

The Pitch

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 20, 2019 by dc

The mould was broken
An asterism collapsed
And now it’s just you

Sound Bitten

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

Set thick
And then slowly
Chiselled from malice,

High on the nutrition
Of curdled histories
And afflictions,

There’s a will in the minds
Of these heathens.

Knocked down,
They get up

They kick out and bring rage
Like wild dogs fighting shadows,

Ravaged sallow and embattled
All leathered, feral and bedraggled,

The kind that like to
Dream of gallows.

Hear the new chants
Of these sound bitten unnaturals,

Smearing blood on their
Monogrammed handkerchiefs,

Presents from grandparents
Who spent their lives growling
And then died in a huff,

Pulled from pockets
Stained with promises fished
From dirty rivers weaving
Through lost towns,

They sup excuses like zoo goats on bottles,
Gloved hands smearing their lips clean,

They make audible ahhs,
They meet up in the dark

And we still don’t know all of their names.

It’s A Car Park Now

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on October 12, 2019 by dc

Long after the surrounding fossils
Were brushed down

By archaeologists and looters

Hunting for the holy dot
Of a mighty pinworm egg,

And just after the year
They were finally forgotten for good,

Two lovers rest side by side,
Dry bones locked in comfort and hope,

Jaded skeletons sealed and unseen,
Asphalt above them

Mixed thick with the dreams

Of keen workers
All protein and steam,

Just eager to get the job done.

We Sleepwalk

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

We comment on this classless town
By dropping our trousers
And spilling our drinks,

We share stories
And rotate the marinated lies,

We gamble and groan at the moon,
Sing songs in dying languages
And fumble the truth.

We watch people pass through,
Pause then take flight,
We kiss their distance,

We rarely leave and rarely grieve,

We roll up our sleeves
And melt into the furniture,

We set up niche websites
Selling spent dreams and fallacies,

We catalogue rushed photographs
Into files on stolen laptops
And call them memories,

We slump into cushions
Humming hypnotic songs,

Drift into cat naps,
All necks stretched,
Mouths flapping,

Limbs with a mind
Of their own,
Roaming lost.

Sleepwalking we talk
Between doorways,

Ignorance hand in hand
With its peace,
A feast in our thoughts,

We stagger into contentment,
The stairwell, the kitchen,

A somnambulist’s frisson,
Marshmallows and
Songs from the ether,

The pan-piped fantasies
Of growing old slowly,

A Thomas Cole landscape,
An ambrosial existence;

A wizened tree on a hill,
A gentle walk with fresh fruit
Plucked from nowhere,

A white horse galloping,

A soft, looming fog,
The smell of autumn leaves,

A mountain goat,
A picnic,

And a huge concrete wall

Surrounding our breaths
As they rise.