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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.

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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.

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.

Captains One Minute

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

They look for light on the moors,
Their dialogue is spent,

Puzzled pieces grouping,
The wind a looping moan

Tumbling through charcoal,
Breathing wintery shadows,

All seems lost and uneasy,
Ice whispers and frost,

Guessing through darkness,
Thoughts and landscape all riddled,

Nothing hills and reservoirs,
Snaking tracks and scattered birds,

The hum of pylons all consistent
As the nightmares start to stir.

Cloudy Water

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on January 21, 2018 by dc

Thoughts fragment
And then waywardly wander

Before returning together
To whisper displeasure;

Stray cats hunt squirrels,
Startled babies screech,

Barking dogs echo
And howl out wild rumours,

A distant street argument
Growls down chimneys

And the weekend litter rustles
Its dance between dramas;

Give the cold tap five seconds
Before you fill up your glasses.

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.