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An Astronaut’s Anguish

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

The language of
An astronaut’s anguish,

A dusty, weighted blanket
Cocooned from intrusions,

A smoky, cloaked grunge
That’s outlived its disdain,

Streaks of spilled coffee
And nicotine stains,

Trapped in subterranean
Rumblings.

It thrums with vulnerability,
All Norman Rockwell fever dreams

Drifting out into the chop,
No destination in mind,

A sigh that has long since
Embraced the inexplicable,

Fickle in passing, undressed,
A confession left whispered,

A glittering disconnection
That feels like it could cut you

And all but fade away.

The Peach Tree

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on September 14, 2018 by dc

Columns of smoke cloaking
Cluttered thoughts and unfed shadows,

The crumbled calls of entropy,

The breath faint mystery of survival,
Blackened hills and broken wells,

Rusting cogs and pyramids,
Cathedral spires and totem poles

Conducting loose and lost mandalas
As they dance to hope’s melodies.

Revelations spin on pin heads,

Winter’s artificial mountains
And frozen river plains
Mirror soft transforming skies,

A loose decision is plucked from nowhere,
And all is one again somehow,

No static in the daylight,

No rainclouds or feedback
Or dark-dyed idiocy – just peace;

And the cracks find us here,
Wide eyed in a shed,

Laughing in each other’s arms,
Staring at a simple old photo

Of a peach tree,
Zoetic.

Pact

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on December 14, 2017 by dc

Soft words falling
Like dust from a
Limestone sphinx,
Eyes prowling
For acceptance,

The wondering,
The intrigue,
These newly found lullabies
Sashaying through silence
And mummering pasts,

Green dreams uniting
To purr at the moon,
Promises golden,
All passionate pausing
And heartfelt release,

This old teenage pact.

Black Gutters Gush

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on June 10, 2017 by dc

Wooden gates creak
As the storm starts to scream,

Idiots, thieves,
I beg your pardon,

Listen to the worms outside,
Deep inside the garden.

Crooked drains weep
Till they splutter with woe,

Insatiable lords,
I beg your pardon,

Keep one eye on your shadowed sides,
There are knives forever sharpened.

Black gutters gush
As the rainbow waits,

Ignorant hope,
I beg your pardon,

Beware the Gods that say they’re so
And break until you’re hardened.