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2011

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 31, 2011 by dc

Dark clouds hung low,
Handles fell off
Fatigued briefcases
And brogues
Were torn from their soles.

The despot bogeymen
Who once saw their faces
In cafes and palaces,
Became the dried blood graffiti
On huge fallen walls.

We held onto anger
Like loose change
And past wounds,
Taking in excuses
With saline
Through tubes.

Worry not.

In a pub somewhere now
There’s a genius lurking
With a plan
To save all of our souls.

The Revolution Was Televised

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 24, 2008 by dc

There were comprehensive
Shock tactics
Coming from the minds
Of wizened slaves,
There was a dust dance
In a quarry,
A cacophony
Of mess and squeals,
There was an anger
In the midnight air,
A plan to take the leaders lives
With a storm cloud of violent disease,

You just ate biscuits.