Archive for modern poetry

4am

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

4am greases
It’s sombre
Hostility,

Broken crows
Dance crooked,

Flies rest,
Litter waltzes,

Arrhythmic whispers
Cruise in on the breeze

And the dew licks
Its mumbles of intrigue.

A scarred old bus shelter,
Weathered and pissed,

A place to
Carelessly wither,

Leans in on
Invisible guests,
Slightly bowed to the kerb,

A deviated strip light
Flickering excuses,

A quiver of disaffected
Moths and foxes lost,

Gravel hushing,

A barren street name
And then nothing

But a bent, collapsed
Voice faintly groaning,

Which way is wrong?

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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.

Generation Next

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 18, 2019 by dc

Just like the minor fools
Who thought so many things
Were achievable,

They sit twisted on the sofa,
Patiently waiting for
Pizza and enlightenment;

They’re avoiding the news
And just waiting for signs,
Or at least sublime substitutes

For all the heartburn
And the vague regret
That something could’ve been done,

Something won,
Were it not for that
Big blinding sun.

Leaves

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

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

Brutal

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 13, 2019 by dc

Brutal beliefs
In an over ripe
Memorial garden,

Low buildings,
The shadows drop
Quickly at dawn,

All the neon
And glitter fades
In the sun,

All the cracks
And stains slouch,
Ungroomed and tired;

A surprised town
Where the dandelions
Sing until winter,

Streets propped up
By liquor and
Flickering hope,

History itching
Through pavements,
Beneath doorways,

There were reveries
Here when the dogs
Roamed.

Another Astronaut Retires

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

The best way of announcing
He had no new terrains
Left to explore

Was with the city at gridlock,
In an electrical storm,

Amidst the wet, manic pavements
Of a bustling city,

A worried nation,

All telekinetic prayers
And fetishized chords
Of depression,

Commercialized indecision,
Derision and sitcoms –

An absurdist existence
For most folk,

But most folk
Skipped hope long ago.

A world away from
The stifling black
And the beauty of dusk,

He was part of a vision,
But that vision’s outgrown,
Left to rust,

Blown faith bends
The wrong way sometimes

Much like songs,

And that silent, floating shape
Was a human all along.

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.