Archive for modern poetry

The Idiot Dust

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , on May 16, 2018 by dc

In the midst of the idiot dust,
Littered with rockets and rubble,
Shrapnel and guilt,

Slovenly creatures shuffle
With elastic skin and slideshows,
Trading in bent faith and pity,

A supremacy feasts behind smoke screens
And conspiracies spin like sub plots
On a rotten potter’s wheel,

A cyclical mould steady spreading,
A uniform pattern of lies,
As charlatans usher the white clouds

Whenever the chosen walk by.

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That Etiquette Machine

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

That etiquette machine
With its hushed brittle words
And cranky decrees,

Rattling stiff-lipped
Through the purring
And churning decisions,

It haunts us around tables
And stutters our tongues,

Then moistens our palms,
Documenting our wrongs.

That etiquette machine,
Clockwork set, never glitching,
Forever twitching in time,

A skin-tight concerto
Of head shakes and sighs
And a mirthless conclusion,

All notes, no surprise,
No applause, no white lies,

Just the faint sound of tutting
And a muted goodbye.

Conquer

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 9, 2018 by dc

Illuminated, scattered,
Rattled by lightning
And grappling fear,

They were here,
They were there,

These galloping thoughts
That jumped fences
Then trenches,
Ran scared,
Unaware

We were watching
From mountains,
Behind bushes and trees,

We were hunting them
Looking for something
To please us

And leave us
With something
Uneasy but new.

It’s Been One Of Those Years

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 26, 2018 by dc

The sun is bellicose
And ripe in its new
Violent pretence,

The sand shuffles qualms
And the sea laps
Its uneasy lies,

And here we are smiling,
Lost in bent laughter,
All chosen and certain,

It’s been one of those years.

When’s ‘Aliens’ On?

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 20, 2018 by dc

They broke the mould,
Glued it back together
Roughly

And made a mess

So ugly and twisted,
Some started chanting
It’s name,

Some started suggesting
It should lead us
Out of the darkness

And towards salvation,

But all we could see
Were slightly cloudy skies
And a few burst balloons,

People shrugging
And litter.

The Accordian Effect

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on March 4, 2018 by dc

They thought they knew him
And then he seeped into rivers,

Shivered haikus
Under lullaby rain,

Uttered forecasts
From wild tidal seas

And quivered
Electric;

The zeitgeist pipe dream,
The gadabout sage.

He came back
Some months later,

Outlined simplicity
And kissed all the babies,

Praised God
In third person

And created
A slideshow.

He sat on the couch
Like a brother

And sang someone else’s
Words in slow motion.

He drank luke warm tea
And praised meditation.

He was into mountaineering
And chess.

He bent the truth
Until it fit in his ruck sack

And moved round the town
Like a King,

Step by step,
Freshly threatened,

Jeopardized
And rattling.

Choke

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on February 17, 2018 by dc

In the suburbs of disaster
Where the tools sit new and untouched,

I spent winters running from answers,
I went looking for questions unloved.

I found fresh regret lost in a car park,
An old cigar only half smoked,

Weird whistles and mumbling strangers
Conjuring new ways to choke.