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Co-working

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 15, 2018 by dc

I caught him
In the corner

Of the co-working
Office space,

Leaning against
Wood panelled walls,

Finishing off
Another yarn,

When all of your highs
Are someone else’s lows,
You know you’ve truly
Made it.

I coughed gently,

He turned around
Startled,
Stared

And then leant against
Another
Wall.

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Deconstructing

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on November 30, 2018 by dc

I lie back
And watch
The light dance
On the wet
Of my eyelids,

I smoke
The damp
Winter air
And hum
Like a heater,

Stretching
The cramp
From my toes
As my restless
Legs quiver,

Daydreaming
Of a home that
Never happened
In a time that
Never was,

In a cloud
Of my own making,

In a soft
And humid daze,

Here where
Everything
Touches something,
Recoils then
Inches back,

Lost in
Staged transitions,
Deconstructing
Hindsight’s
Past.

They’ve Lowered The Ceiling

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on November 29, 2018 by dc

High on believing
Because they’ve
Lowered the ceiling,

Drunk and healing
As we steal our adventures,

The treasured realisation
Everything’s better blurred

And far away from the herds.

Exhausted

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on November 24, 2018 by dc

Overworked insects
Wade through the hot summer air
Hanging onto breath,

Daylight fibrillates
Through apple white cotton blinds
As eyelids quiver,

Soft wet excuses
Glazing each subtle tremor
And sepia blink.

The Press Night

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 3, 2018 by dc

Well packed knick knacks,
Soundtrack playback,
Bushwhacked sad sacks,
Six-packed hunchbacks,
Prozac throwbacks,
Worn hacks get slack,

The room is filled with greed.

Pub snack hijack,
Smokestack feedback,
Jet-lagged ice packs,
Tick tack wisecracks,
Brain lacks comebacks,
Face smacked flashbacks

And loosened memories.

That Alaskan Stutter

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 30, 2018 by dc

That Alaskan stutter,
That neon gas station

Flickering light
Into the wilderness,

An illuminated trail,
Cars steaming at the roadside,

Seething dots
Freckled with frost.

That icy unravelling,
That single diner glowing

Like a dying match’s
Last flame,

That little curl of charcoal,
The smell of diesel

Wafting through the forest
As the branches chatter

The woodcutter’s lost dream,
Jagged tyre tracks and tears,

Circling buzzards
And screams.

The Empyrean

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 13, 2018 by dc

Fixed stars
Glimmer below the
Incomprehensible
Godhead,

Tubular rings of fire
Pivot above moons
Made entirely of gold,

Celestial blushes collide,
Burst chromas set free
With primordial kisses,

Round squares of light
Navigate their mapped chaos,
Every planet accounted for;

And from this sweet swelling void
Of the divine and unquestionable
A sacred arm stretches out,

Through the chemical fog,
Besieged by cursed logic
And spent with fatigue,

It flaps, it rotates,
It waves and then it’s gone,

For some there’s a meaning,
For others there’s none.