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It Was A Sunday

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 17, 2019 by dc

Flickering
Like an odd,
Dirty fleck
On misty specs,

A castle slowly
Crumbled
In the distance.

All frail and forlorn,

It swayed and then
Sank in stages,

Grumbling final moans
And then sighing,

Lost in a hope
Long forgot.

The waves swept
Incessant and carefree,

Nothing grieved,

The shoreline bent
Like a crooked wince

Until the sand
Disappeared from sight,

And we walked hand in hand
As the sun started setting;

Flocks of hungry gulls
Feasted on the waste
Left in stray,
Washed-up netting,

Clouds danced,
All duplicated rhythms
And digressions
Loosely spreading,

We headed home
Without messing,

It was a Sunday.

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Professor Strange Times

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 2, 2019 by dc

There’s no doubting the fact

I’ve been documenting the behaviour
Of these idiots for quite some time now,

So long I’ve become almost immune to their fatuity,

But something seems broken of late,
All glitched and cock-eyed,

Their vocabulary keeps resetting,

They stand all triangular and rigid
At formal functions sweating,

And there’s no real betting
Which way they’ll head next

But I’d guess it’s most likely obtuse.

4am

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 19, 2019 by dc

4am greases
It’s sombre
Hostility,

Broken crows
Dance crooked,

Flies rest,
Litter waltzes,

Arrhythmic whispers
Cruise in on the breeze

And the dew licks
Its mumbles of intrigue.

A scarred old bus shelter,
Weathered and pissed,

A place to
Carelessly wither,

Leans in on
Invisible guests,
Slightly bowed to the kerb,

A deviated strip light
Flickering excuses,

A quiver of disaffected
Moths and foxes lost,

Gravel hushing,

A barren street name
And then nothing

But a bent, collapsed
Voice faintly groaning,

Which way is wrong?

That Cackle

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

That cackle,
Musty and burnt
Like a sodden cigar
Crushed underfoot
Outside the Royal Legion,

A curdled cough,
Snarling down the street,
All shivered gutters,
Twisted, leaking engines
And monologues paused,

A chapped and cracked
Thumb of a man,
Rumbling threats
In a grumbling funk,
Endlessly stained.

Abrupt Blackout

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 19, 2019 by dc

When the bulb fizzles out,
The glass stays warm,

All hushed fascinations,
Inhalations,

Fresh dilations
And pfft.

A pivotal moment,
A popped sigh
Cocked askew,

A hovering suspense

With those brief
Tickled shivers,

And soft
Hissing whispers

Of unassigned types.

Fridge Magnets

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

Her young words
Stuck to my thoughts

Like fridge magnets
Sliding slightly
Down a door,

A beautiful question
I’d reduced to a
Cutting aside,

Why are you always funny?

We looked at each other
For a moment,

Two cats frozen,
Guessing,

Just the purr
Of the passing cars
Outside –

I’m not really,
I said,

I know,
She sighed.

Longing Left Us

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 16, 2011 by dc

The soft wet leaves lisped
Longing left us like storm clouds
And the grass sank smiles