Archive for January, 2021

Turn Towards Sleep

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 22, 2021 by dc

A fruitless contemplation
Instilled with desert flowers

And thirst.

The smell of salt in the sand,
A twisted sun griping
Above the horizon,

Old faces in the canyon rocks
Looking away disgusted,

Huffing their puff in the wind
As I crawl,

As I call out a dry cough
And turn towards sleep.

Nothing circles,
Nothing rattles,
Nothing creeps.

The Perfect Time to Talk

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 9, 2021 by dc

There’s no such thing
As the perfect time to talk,

Perfect words
Don’t need watches or clothes,

Sometimes they turn up drunk
And don’t even make sense;

Ideal moments
Don’t arrive when we decide,

Sometimes they miss the bus
And rust a bit

While they’re waiting
For the next one,

It’s ironic really.

Except you’re not listening
And the moment’s not right
For that kind of talking,

There’s a broken glass
In the dishwasher

And the post’s just arrived.

That New Kind of Lunatic

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 6, 2021 by dc

Gorging on conspiracies
Like a wide-eyed fox in a bin,

He’s shrieking his fights at the moon
Like a gout ridden Nostradamus,

The sky will burn at forty-five degrees!
Fire approaches this great new city!

He’s that new kind of lunatic,
Spent in the smoke of a burnt hippy dream,

Kabbalistic gibberish
Drugging all his wayward thoughts,

Living in the holes where the news once sat
And ploughing through the rubble.