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Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 15, 2018 by dc

I caught him
In the corner

Of the co-working
Office space,

Leaning against
Wood panelled walls,

Finishing off
Another yarn,

When all of your highs
Are someone else’s lows,
You know you’ve truly
Made it.

I coughed gently,

He turned around

And then leant against



Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on November 30, 2018 by dc

I lie back
And watch
The light dance
On the wet
Of my eyelids,

I smoke
The damp
Winter air
And hum
Like a heater,

The cramp
From my toes
As my restless
Legs quiver,

Of a home that
Never happened
In a time that
Never was,

In a cloud
Of my own making,

In a soft
And humid daze,

Here where
Touches something,
Recoils then
Inches back,

Lost in
Staged transitions,


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on November 24, 2018 by dc

Overworked insects
Wade through the hot summer air
Hanging onto breath,

Daylight fibrillates
Through apple white cotton blinds
As eyelids quiver,

Soft wet excuses
Glazing each subtle tremor
And sepia blink.

That Alaskan Stutter

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 30, 2018 by dc

That Alaskan stutter,
That neon gas station

Flickering light
Into the wilderness,

An illuminated trail,
Cars steaming at the roadside,

Seething dots
Freckled with frost.

That icy unravelling,
That single diner glowing

Like a dying match’s
Last flame,

That little curl of charcoal,
The smell of diesel

Wafting through the forest
As the branches chatter

The woodcutter’s lost dream,
Jagged tyre tracks and tears,

Circling buzzards
And screams.

The Empyrean

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 13, 2018 by dc

Fixed stars
Glimmer below the

Tubular rings of fire
Pivot above moons
Made entirely of gold,

Celestial blushes collide,
Burst chromas set free
With primordial kisses,

Round squares of light
Navigate their mapped chaos,
Every planet accounted for;

And from this sweet swelling void
Of the divine and unquestionable
A sacred arm stretches out,

Through the chemical fog,
Besieged by cursed logic
And spent with fatigue,

It flaps, it rotates,
It waves and then it’s gone,

For some there’s a meaning,
For others there’s none.

His Skies Swallow Clouds

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on October 10, 2018 by dc

These days his monstrous brain
Struggles to receive messages,

It’s all sibilance and static,
Frazzled in a hovering gloom,

His skies swallow clouds
With ravenous unease,

Delusions fizz and pop
Like old cocktail bubbles,

Sipping on cluttered ideas
And hiccupping farcical burps.

Snakes shimmy dry shuffled signs
On spent hallowed ground,

Sacred whirlpools drain
And disappear in confusion,

Eccentric digressions
Develop weeds and strange flora,

It’s all repetitious yips
And yaps that crack and hiss,

A full stop’s ink dilating,
Sliced fruit without the pips.

Frank’s Wednesdays

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 7, 2018 by dc

Shower, breakfast,
Inhale then exhale,

Ten times,

Get dressed,
Ascend into the vortex,

Plagiarise heartache,
Converse with God,

Assemble some shelving
And organise thoughts.

Leave the house by 7am,
Take one plastic bag,

Think about mother,
Relax, loosen tie,

Suck on a mint,
Whistle at wildlife,

Turn doubts into puddles
And kick them for fun.

The plan,

Offer advice to farmers
On market day,

Counsel strangers at stalls
And taste all the cheese,

Lecture lost children
On the best way to lie,

And whisper odd questions
To mothers on buses,

Teens sat on benches
And the post office crones.

Visit mother,
Keep it real,


Interaction and love
Can cure any ill.