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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
Unravelled,
A vortex ushering.

The sky is lost,
Throwing up numbers
By chance

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

There’s no logical
Calculations
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.

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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.

The Rally

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 22, 2017 by dc

They make believe chaos,
Side with the shouters
And plot all discordant,

They scream for unity
And then build walls,

They scattergun soundbites,
Slideshow confusion
And warm up their armies.

They’re strangers playing risk
And they shuffle us for fun,

They’ve stitched us up
And left us spent,

Now it’s time to come undone.

His Wet Cap Dripping

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on January 26, 2017 by dc

A sad, ugly bruise
On the leg of this land,

A pockmark,
A crooked gate closed,

Ireful and grumpy,
Dressed like an accident,

Dark rain peppering
His unwilling sighs,

High on abandon.

Stood underneath
The angry acrobatics
Of territorial crows,

Solitude fringed
With grasped bitterness,

His wet cap dripping
A tightly framed world

Where the morris men dance
Amidst peculiar tales,

All rose tinted pint pots
And idiot songs,

Make believe memories
Hand-picked and polished,

Hung between bunting
With pride never questioned;

It’s all cheese sandwich dreams
And the fear fight,

Wistfully growling
Good night.

Through The Coffee Shop Window

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 2, 2016 by dc

The last sentence you thought
Rains heavily,

A dark cloud swells and envelops
The conversations in your mind;

A shooting star is not enough,
The glittering sky is a waste,

Even the full moon’s glow is lost
In tumbling words,

No shape or real reason
Just a cascade of breathing,

Teething children dribbling sounds
And the gush of gutters

Beating down.

All around you there is chatter
A swell of matter interacting,

Attracting sparks,
Laughing and cackling,

It’s the last thing that you need.

Boggled

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on November 28, 2016 by dc

His weekends were spent stumbling,
Trails of suspicion and chaos,

A crazed volunteer of bad habits,
Bent spirits sat squeezing excess.

Inside a thousand fuzzy memories
Filled with greedy old delights,

Where wonder misplaced his adventure,
And his sacrifice boggled despair,

He ate words under bridges
And scoffed at the workers,

He diarised failure and pickled his fortune,
Hunted shadows and purpose

And sank into the former,
In the corner where the lucky lie lost.

The Aftermath

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on September 18, 2016 by dc

They found your violence
In the aftermath of prayer,

Dust everywhere and confused,
Another bruise for the world to absorb.

They taught you how to live again,
A charm of magpies stealing feed,

The greedy birds expelling songs
Through the dawn’s grief stricken sighs.

You left your tinted glasses
Under your life’s last ray of light,

And the only thing they ever found
Was a tooth as black as night.