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A Coded Song

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 19, 2020 by dc

Huddled tight,
Then star shaped,

A muddled murmur
From the bird’s nest,

A coded song;

I roll back and settle,

A hot breath
Of thankfulness

Amidst the shifts
Of contentment and zeal,

The warm pop
Of a softened nebula,

A regular melody pulsating
Lightly and lustrous,

I drift off and gleam.

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.

The New Righteous Lesson

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 7, 2019 by dc

Binoculars shiver,
Breath fogs,

A mess of nature
Scrawls disorder,

The landscape weaves

And hillsides
Career into night.

Alien visions
Tiptoe on chaos,

The sky wavers
And shapes shift,

We count voices,
Measure the mood

And relax into turmoil.

Tree trunks drip with piss
As birds nest,

Fear clasps adrenaline,

Sweat steams
It’s silent bravado

And a hush creaks
Mist whispers;

We breath in then swallow,

Humming like dowsing forks
To the rain,

The new righteous lesson,

A message from those
Far more mighty,

A swan song
For troublesome teens.

The Den

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on September 21, 2019 by dc

Piecing together
Sombre reflections
Of a misguided weekday,

Rolling peas around a plate,
Watching colours on the telly,
Blandly groaning excuse me’s
And ignoring all puddings.

The mood trundles
So we retire
To the child’s den,

Under chairs and picnic blankets,
Sighing with iced lollies,
Wishing for more time to ourselves

And the old Monday classic,
A way to make money
But somehow do very little.

We pick wigwams from catalogues,
Sketch pictures of squids
And guess songs from whistles,

We sprawl and reminsce,
Enhance stories and smile in HD,

I improvise an eyebrow dance

And we slouch into each other’s arms
Prepared to dismantle.

The Coo And The Cardigan

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on September 18, 2019 by dc

Lolling on my back,
Repositioning the clouds,

Muttering fuss
Amongst the buttercups,

Falling asleep
And keeping the spin
To a minimum.

Kissing the periodic shadows,
A new velocity in the breeze,

Circling and coddling,
The coo and the cardigan,

Echoing arguments
Disappearing
In the firmaments,

A turbulence
Backsliding.

The End Of The Protests

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on September 7, 2019 by dc

Escaping that sense
Of pure instant joy,

Unbalanced on a ladder,

Gary followed his placard
Into the mincing machine,

It took his hands
And arms first,

Then his head
And every thought
That he had.

All the onlookers agreed
They’d never felt
So disturbed and aggrieved,

As the conveyer belt
Conceived
It’s new shimmering meat.