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After The Interest

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

Ominous interludes,

We’re left shadowed
By a new curse,

There’s an apprehension,
A hunger,
A new dehydration,

A collective will
A vortex ushering.

The sky is lost,
Throwing up numbers
By chance

And we’re out of
There’s no history or science,

There’s no logical
Or assured wizardry,

Unknotting dilemmas
And plotting escape routes
From doubt and uncertainty,

From this forgotten village
Lit by dim limelight
And bruised by the mayhem,

A post-war reminder
That the news crews
Don’t stay long

Once the worst
Starts its fading
And the words disappear.

In a cracked, dusty corner,
Scratching at continuity,
Peeved and vulnerable,

One finger typing,
Slowly wondering
And spent,

Crooked hope sits obliquely,
A hiatus in the suffering,
All feeble and quaint,

A pant where a chant lay,

He breaks wind
And retires.


Inside The Dusk Pink Stables

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , on January 6, 2018 by dc

A horse with brittle hooves,
Three loose shoes rattling
A long forgotten torment
On uneven concrete floors.

Inside the dusk pink stables,
All haunted neighs and groom ghosts
Shuttling in stop motion
As an aching sun disappears,

A flickering split second slideshow,
Spent black and white heartbeats
Fibrillating through the sorrow
For their kiss of history.

British Teeth

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on December 31, 2017 by dc

I’m all
About family,

I’m on
Day release

And I’m a
real good for nothing,

Come over here
And check out my
British Teeth.


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.

The Frost

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on November 30, 2017 by dc

Stood by the window
Watching the frost form,

A hoariness scattered,
Shimmering down through the silence,

Iced jewels multiplying
And nucleating their dance,

Fractal branches caressing
And stretching their fingers,

Ornate patterns creeping uniquely.

Winter’s crystals catching light
Through an ancient silver breath,

All delicate and humble,

Whispering soft rumours
Of Spring’s latest promise

To return with a profusion of flowers
And a new unheard song from the sun.

Another Spent Soldier

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on September 20, 2017 by dc

There he goes sipping vinegar,
Sucking on toothpicks

And carrying freshly punctured
Packets of pills,

Another spent soldier,
Another old goliath.

He chewed on the gristle
Of childhood ambition,

Gnawed on the rind
Of long lost successes

And pushed grace
To the edge of his plate,

To the side where the bones
Piled up high.

Where once he was mighty
There now just sit footprints,

A ghostly bent bad smell,
A growing damp problem,

A newly scattered trail of dust
Wilfully abandoned.

The Operation

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on August 29, 2017 by dc

There was a storm
The night before

The operation,

There were power cuts,
A handful of people
Shouting in the street,

Overflowing gutters,
Car alarms blaring
And the hustle of panic.

Nobody slept,
Even the dead
Were rustling,

Bustling and fidgeting,
Itching all restless,

There were children
In sodden vests,

Old shopping bags
Dancing with chaos,

‘Save us!’
No one shouted,

But everyone thought it,

And the next day
All was fine.

Except everyone smiled
About 20% more
Than usual,

And the streets
Looked a lot cleaner.