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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.

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.