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Vampire Clouds

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 10, 2008 by dc

As you sleep
And the dreams
You gently collect
Turn sour in seconds
They come,

Like a string
Pulled at the base
Of your
Favourite jumper,
Things unravel,

Through the sky
Drop into buildings,
Flames wake you,
Whispers settle.

The teeth
Of ‘something’s not right’
Plant rashes
On your skin,
You are gone now,

You are taken
By indecision,
Sucked dry of all hope,
All it took
Where a few bad decisions

And now
Everything is dark,
Even the love
You handed to strangers
Is forgotten,

You are twisted
Like gutters in storms,
For words of advice,
Broken by myths.

All Is Here

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 12, 2008 by dc

All is here
Where once was when,
Thoughts underfoot
As wet as summer’s death,
Realisations hanging
Like rain on skinny trees
And all we can do is sing
Where once we screamed,
Tears are disappearing.

With maybes we go,
With a would and a could,
A why and a story
Of how the seasons
Span round us
Until we faced patterns
Of returning decisions
And crept into corners
Away from the storms.

All is here
Where once was when
And we can take this small world,
Pocket the good times
And change it in seconds,
We can shape it like clay
In a style of our choosing
And save helpless strangers,
We are answer machines.

Faces Melting

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 6, 2008 by dc

The rain keeps pouring
And the creeping gloom
Of the bus shelter

You’re not here
And unless
I’m well mistaken
You’re not coming.

I miss the way
Your cheek bones
Almost break skin
When you laugh
At my ways,

Your fingers
On my neck.

To my left
The chapel and
The high rise flats
Stand strong,
Puncturing the sky,

Oceans of grey,
Freckles of light.

I have
A drunken cut
Down my face,
Two buttons
Have fallen
Off my shirt,
One of my trainers
Has a hole
In the sole,
I zip up and run,

Missing you,
To hate you,

Waiting for
The hidden sun
To sink.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 6, 2008 by dc

I looked
For you
And found
But strange
That proved
You’d been
And gone,


Better men
Than I
Collected all,
Using them
As fuel
For a ritual,

Notes of
And smells,

The flames
As they

The Rumblings of Doubt

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 5, 2008 by dc


Something’s collapsed,
I just sit on a bench
And count the cracks in the moon,


Our conversation echoes,
It wasn’t the words but the pauses in-between,
The birds in the trees have stopped singing.


Appreciation is the enemy of doubt,
Time and distance are the maybe pills,
The pharmacies are thriving.


Under the plough,
Graced by a sky you’ve already seen,
I bathe in love and cough up tears.


‘This can’t be the future’, I think,
Then I hear a car crash
And start believing again.

Empty Like Dusk

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 31, 2008 by dc

When I soak up your face
It’s a simple release
Quickly tightened by scars
And then empty like dusk.

When the sparks lose all fire
And all my fears come with calm
I think fake reunions
And piece things up oddly.

When I dream about you
It’s a crash course in pain,
A night plane’s fake star
Leaving trails for the morning,
A huge restless head,
A sky soaked in oil.

Under Flamingo Clouds

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on July 30, 2008 by dc

A week of factory smoke
Glued tight by a still wind,
Sitting pink above a sunset,

Flamingo clouds
Perched in the country.

Cats fang voles,
Pheasants skip like infants,
Bullocks sulk in unison
And the sky interrupts with showers

As I sit cold on a bench,
Rain waking my face,
My shivering body
Bringing the trees to life,

Leaves gently falling,
My heart beneath soil.