Archive for the Poetry Category

The New Righteous Lesson

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

Binoculars shiver,
Breath fogs,

A mess of nature
Scrawls disorder,

The landscape weaves

And hillsides
Career into night.

Alien visions
Tiptoe on chaos,

The sky wavers
And shapes shift,

We count voices,
Measure the mood

And relax into turmoil.

Tree trunks drip with piss
As birds nest,

Fear clasps adrenaline,

Sweat steams
It’s silent bravado

And a hush creaks
Mist whispers;

We breath in then swallow,

Humming like dowsing forks
To the rain,

The new righteous lesson,

A message from those
Far more mighty,

A swan song
For troublesome teens.

A Joy

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

Sat in an electrified hubbub,
Settling into a joy,

Eyes wet as a rush kinks my face
And songs fuzz the room in a high,

Plied with sweet hydropathic gin
I feed off extraordinary stories,

The squall of human nature
And it’s delirious decline,

Bent canticles in a right wired night,
Moments hoped then actualised,

Tides of laughter wooing the room,
Your arm wrapped round mine as we shine.

Winter Arrives

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

The maps of dried veins
A year of turning colours
Now we fade as one

Meathead

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on November 15, 2019 by dc

It’s a northern Tuesday,
The high street
Nuzzles gloom,

Kids’ cries echo,

Outside the local bakery
A meathead flings
His pasty crust to the floor,

The weather turns,

Rain hurls from the grey,
Unsheathing its chaos,
Drenching in blurs

Like a mighty conclusion.

A barbaric wind
Whips up hedgerows
And spits out buds,

Birds collide,

Dazed traffic skis
Across flooded roads
And roofs rattle,

Bedlam cackles and dazzles,

Something’s unravelled
Simple but harrowed
And the meathead

Is soaking in doubts.

The Function

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

Three chewy prawns
On a large plastic spoon,

Grieving in a lettuce leaf,
Dreaming of better days;

The reception was filled
With the same old faces,

The curtains hung
Like gently swaying corpses

Stretched out
Into velveteen tedium,

The carpet groaned stains
And the atrium farted dust,

Lethargy battled
Wafts of cheap perfume

And a ripe, gloomy air
Of disinterest and small talk

Hovered like smoke
In a colonial lounge.

He wanted to complain
About the canapes,

But his voice was already
Sat back at home.

Disorder Painted

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

Disorder painted
In the mist
Like Turner’s
Flailing ships,

Fog steeped storms
And waves,

A crumbling cave
And a mourning,

Unease dropped
Like a warning,

A bent colonial
Seafaring song.

Then a mystical sunrise,
A seep of burnt yellows

Stained in a
Deep rusty peach,

A sighing ocean
Exhausted

And its crooked,
Lapping tide.

Scattered detritus
Hooked on rocks,

Moss licked
In coves,

A cranny
Where those old
Snapped words
Our ancestors left

Are pieced slowly
Together in tropes,

Kissing the ages,

Left floating
Forever unfound.

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.