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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.

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Even The Cracks Have Cracks

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on September 3, 2019 by dc

Even the cracks have cracks

Is the name
Of this new
Photo montage,

And the near shattered glass
Is a metaphor hanging on
For dear life,

Ugly reflections
are rife,

Transparency woos
And then fools

Like a knife
Stood upright
In a dishwasher’s shadows,

Chosen and potent,

Exposing the moment
This new omen sat frozen,

All focused and fracturing light.

Last Day

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 3, 2019 by dc

Collapsed in
The stream face up,

A tangled canopy
Of broken visions,

The flickering branches,

Clouds curdling
All crushed,

The stench of fresh vomit
All mingled with mud,

Nostrils burning,
Dogs circling,

Laughing from the base of his gut;

Teenage chanting
In the distance,

Screams fermenting
Undiscussed.

The Universe In X-Rays

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 24, 2019 by dc

The soft hairs of photons,

Quantum excitations,

Those elementary quivers
And phosphorescent shivers,

The universe in x-rays,

A psychedelic dance.

A wild galactic cluster
Of helical tendrills,

Suns pulsing neon,

Threads of light
Braiding chaos,

Interactions pirouetting,

Thousands of galaxies
Whirligigging attraction,

As the dust from dead stars
Drifts like seeds.

Forecasts

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 20, 2019 by dc

Reminiscing over
Countless big mistakes,

Falling from trees
And spoiling dinner dates,

I’ve been trying to meditate
But the voices in my head

Won’t cooperate;

I’ve been soaking up rainfall
For what seems like a lifetime,

And I’ve been waiting
For a sign,

Some kind of song
From God’s own chorus line.

If the forecasts stay gloomy
For the next decade

I’m writing prose.

The Mourning Rain

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

Thunder calls,
The mourning rain,

Autumn sings
Its subtle pains,

Worries sink into the ground,
Dissipating drowning sounds,

A stream of thoughts running away,
The stale smells, a passageway,

Naive and oh so cavalier,
As shadows fall you disappear

Into your borrowed dreams,
Stitched together from smithereens,

Worn out t-shirts and happenings,
Your disregard for the finer things,

You’re happiest when you roam alone,
Gliding over the cobblestones,

Staring up at the great unknown
As all those memories that died

Rise high and hook their fingers in the sky
Like fire flies electrified.

Power

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 22, 2019 by dc

I used to hate
What I thought

I’d become
Back then,

Now I love it.