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Around The Round Table

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 11, 2020 by dc

Comfortably perched
On the squashed,
Breathless dreams of
Socialists and savages,

Around the round table,

Excitedly jigsawing thoughts
Into questionable sentences,

Sat with their dopplegangers,

All white slang and coke,
Blue jokes and ripe talk,

These post-free thinking individuals,
Trade wrinkled stories
Warped at source,

Morse code and multi-sided truths,
Bruised ballads composed
With blunt pencils and moans,

A twisted linguist’s
Dribbled drunk burp
And a new decree for all to hear,

Fake news – it’s fucking fake news!
Those facts are fake,
I know the score,

And in an instant
It’s come full circle
Like an old revolving door,

Around and round,
Around the round table
There’s a flaw.

Manchester, February

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 2, 2020 by dc

Rain tuts on the roof
Winter keeps growling at Spring
And the dawn just yawns

The Lick

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on January 25, 2020 by dc

In the garden
Where the singing starts,

Sipping ginger gin
From a porcelain tea cup,

Talking to the weekend,

Soaking it up.

Blue tits dance
On the graves of dead pets,
Chirping skits like broken toys,

Noises drift then collect,

The chattering mayhem
Of scattershot school kids,

The curdled melody
Of a downbeat ice cream van
Trundling into Autumn,

And the cliched repertoires
Of the local cranks and toddlers

Assemble to swoop then ferment;

There are bats as dusk leaks,
The air is ripe with mischief,

I was nothing when I came here,
Now the lick is bittersweet.

Tickled

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 18, 2020 by dc

It slinks across the viaduct,
An index finger
Caressing the shoulders,

A tram’s trimmed shadow
And the window framed
Quiver of a cityscape,

A lamp light dawn,
A siskin flutters,
A golden coin turned sepia,

The countryside rolls,
The field mice scurry,
A giggle echoes, arches quake,

And then the world stands still.

Pull Factors

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 11, 2020 by dc

Those tropical winds
Wafting out of cheap heaters
Turn dreams inside out

Reunion

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 4, 2020 by dc

There are too many ways
To crumble into intrigue,

To fall from grace and
Just sit pissing mist.

He came here to turn himself
Into something he never was,

To trickle then career
Into any dead thought,

Unreasonable or not,

Just a jigsawed illusion
Curdling the background,

A cameo in conversations,

A stumble supported by
Delusions of scaffolding,

30 hours of subsidised therapy,
Beta blockers for bouts of anxiety;

Loose at the bar,
Whispering what’s what,

Hunting for something,
Hot headed and desperate,

Drinking for hours
Then shape-shifting –

There was never any need
To take this seriously,

To sweat so vigorously,
To embrace hyperbole,
To dance erotically

Then cry.

Clues

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 2, 2020 by dc

Watch as clarity melts
In the ballads of the sighing,

In these gossamer reflections
Brewed up in reveries,

Voices lost to empty space,
Opalescent shimmers,

Like translucent winter breaths
Or phosphorescence in a swamp,

Milking frequencies
From thin air,

Off-white in the sky,
Blinking as clouds drift,

Pocked with cavernous holes,
Letting murmurs breathe,

The sounds of old trains
Creaking to life and the hum
Of a village now lost,

Simple loops and routines
Transmuted into wistful nostalgia,

Winter ghosts weaving
Their tales through the trees,

A knowing light
As the dusk shuffles in,

Fragile pleasures
Warm as clues to the ear.