Archive for Manchester poetry

An Unpleasant Relief

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on May 29, 2016 by dc

That death,
The finalised divorce,
The end of constipation,

The penultimate song
In a terrible show,

Time spent
With unloved ones
Who know things,

Getting back
To a dirty home,

The knowledge
You made it
In the end,

The realisation
You were right.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on January 4, 2014 by dc

We fizz above the drains
Of this effervescent city,

Scatter random thoughts
And watch them walk off
Hand in hand
Through the fog.

We raise a glass to the night sky
And it’s infrequent stars,

Improvise in bars
And patch together stories
With lazy memories and laughter,

A crafted moment sparked.

Distant Song

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 6, 2013 by dc

It’s those icy pavements
And the shock of white breath
As it leaks out your mouth,

Chimney smoke joining the sky
And the rise of chatter in bars,
Calm a distant song;

Down the high street

A grocer returns
To the pavement to holler
His multi-buy deals
Like he’s never felt woe,

The butcher chops steaks
With a whistle and shimmy,

The corner shop kids
Scream laughter all wild

And the local post office is all
Cards, queues and hustle.

You pull in hard
On those first winter breaths,

You haven’t left
The house in months
And your long uncut toenails
Bend sore against your shoes,

Your knees quiver slightly
And your skin hangs all dry
Like creased denim,

A wincing sadness in your eyes
Like a 5am drunkard
Stumbling through bird song.

You compose yourself slowly
Look up at the clouds
And see geese fly,

There’s the smell of logs burning
And a calm, distant song

The goosebumps
And the memories,

The cold you’ll move to warm.

The Beautiful Vermin

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on August 10, 2013 by dc

The fan blew cool
His hot headed instincts,

Life was too short
To ever try changing,

This was all just
A means to an end.

Strangers scuttled
On the streets outside,

The beautiful vermin,

Drinking booze
On the summer sidewalks,

All idiocy
And wild enthusiasm;

The shrill songs of laughter
As circles collide,
All cupid harpoons
And weathered delight.

The fan kept rotating
Slowly quelling his envy,

He was born to crunch numbers
And stutter at parties,
Make indents in cushions
And mutter at screens;

He was made for relaxing,
All sallow and pure,

He’s two for a penny,
His friends live abroad.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 2, 2013 by dc

The sky read us wrong
We were sunshine and sly smiles
Hooked onto storm clouds

The Shame On You

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on July 18, 2013 by dc

I love the rain,
The endless rain,
The gutter sounds
And flowing drains,
The strangers
Running half insane,
The melodrama
And the pain.

It’s time to feed,
It’s time to train
My eyes
On drunks
Without a name,
And here I stand
All loosened chains
The shame on you.

Temporarily Broken

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 15, 2013 by dc

Dinner on the stairs,
A life unfair,
Makeshift dreams
And Tupperware,

Waking on the couch again,
The same old game
Of cat and mouse,
A house that echoes

Let’s go,
Let’s go,
Let’s go.

A slow routine
Of stumbled walking,
Mumbled talking
And drowned soliloquies,

A bed that teases lullabies
Then goes and cries
Into the pillow,

Curtains billow,
Whispering your name.

You’re temporarily broken,
Thoughts unspoken,
Bought with tokens

And all this because
You danced in the rain.

The Carpet Knows My Name

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 20, 2012 by dc

Waking on the floor with nothing,
Just twisted clothes and death breath,
The whispers of vermin
And a charlatan’s thoughts.

Mourning in the morning,
A sticky cough like caramel
And a red eyed dawn,
As the wolves that never whistle
Growl wild in my back yard.

Hatred and rainfall,
This is what weekends were made for,
Your missing smile and the itch
That grows from the fingernails
Of the sinking,

Fizzing and twitching for hours,

The carpet knows my name.

Drank Drinks Drunk

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on October 4, 2012 by dc

Deadly meat after midnight
Under lamplights
With the whores and crones,

Like dogs looking lost
In a park
Where they swear there are bones,

We’ve pillaged in the village
And we’re dreaming
Of home sweet home,

Where the cupboards cry.

The Heavenly Bear

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on October 4, 2012 by dc

His smile filled the yard
He put his arms round the house
And tickled its soul