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That Excess Creosote

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 4, 2019 by dc

We’ve all seen
That excess creosote

Running down
Occasional fences,

All tears and humility,
Fortitude and regret,

And most of us
Have said

Bugger all about it.

Not me.


Abrupt Blackout

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 19, 2019 by dc

When the bulb fizzles out,
The glass stays warm,

All hushed fascinations,

Fresh dilations
And pfft.

A pivotal moment,
A popped sigh
Cocked askew,

A hovering suspense

With those brief
Tickled shivers,

And soft
Hissing whispers

Of unassigned types.


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

Cascading leaves dance
Shimmering in the sun spots
Fragile as they sway.

A Disconnected Vagary

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

I went looking for jeans and a jumper
And left the house wearing a dress,

The wind was sour and soft,
Like an embarrassed stranger’s cough,

A disconnected vagary
Hanging on a reverie;

They’d left all known communications dead,
Tired entrepreneurs dished out scribbled notes to plebs,

Entertainers traded pseudonyms like sex,
A mess from stress and kind regards,

Old errors on unmanned, spent radars,
Charred symbols in the parks

And satellites crying from the sky.

It was left to a dazed woman in a torn jumpsuit
To unexplain what had got us all here,

Teary eyed, numb with shock and afraid
Like an old dancehall where the songs stutter then fade,

A mess of washing left out in the rain,
Unlit bonfires and sacks of wet grain,

She sobbed words into a cloud,
All epithets and growls,

And ruined the rest of my day.

Your Applause

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

You create
Not statements,

Iterations dressed
And wrapped
In messianic cloth,

Retellings cursed
With hands washed
In reverance,

Replica relatives,
Elegant yet

A primitive skeleton
Stripped of flesh
Then fed again,

An arched fabrication,
All eyebrows
And fuss,

Your whats, wheres
And why nows
Are gilt edged,

Your applause
Is just echoes
From the last act’s


Unknown Unknowns

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 24, 2019 by dc

I lay dizzy,
Lost somewhere,
Soaking up the dew,
Ears popping;

There were unknown
Unknowns in my data,

Kinks that couldn’t correspond,

Shards of cryptic shapes
And stuttered birdsong,

The sky above me streamed
Intoxicating tears,

Warm but insincere,

Like the sky could fully close
And just leave me
Wondering why?

Then dawn whistled,
Circles turned,

The tree arcs shed light
And the landscape caught whispers
As a weary sun yawned,

It’s energy grazing,

Uniformly seeping
Through a new equinox,

A glow licking the distance,

Contours and patterns expanding
From one transposition to the next,

Into something more knowable,
Realised and clear,

Warm and sincere,

In the where
We were once.

In Incoherent Jibes

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

Ill educated punching cards,
Unrighteous in the eyes of God,

Playing possum in the devil’s yard
With forced families and faith,

A make shift bunch of dissidents
Circling dreams of fallen governments,

Drunken spit and feral punishment
For all the idiots they choose.