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Ludicrous Mammals

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on July 9, 2017 by dc

Unravelling the rules
Of ripened idiots in their enclave,

Slouching in semi-luxury
And tub thumping in the sun,

Proud old dogs barking at the wind,
The same songs looped on their stereos,

Their flatulent routines
All anger soaked dreams and escape.

Tattooed arms for mum and dad,
Digesting memories with Rennies,

Fearlessly fighting the Libtards,
Telling things clearly and straight,

Ludicrous mammals happy in purgatory,
Ranting theories devoid of all hope,

Sat fat slowly turning to leather,
Worshipping a disfigured God.

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Projections

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 23, 2017 by dc

All comfortable, alien glows,
Far flung from the trip of light sleep,

An awakening of projections,
The sunrise on your bedroom walls,

Stressed, sombre eyes deconstructed,
All fluttering beacons

And hushed melodies
In warm isolation.

You are buried in dreamscapes,
Wrapped loosely in calm,

A breeze circling in secret,
Stray magic all quivers,

Soft scratches in sandpits
And whispers of wonder,

Wandering across beaches
The tide petting your feet,

And setting you free
To just hum

And kiss bird song,
Tongue lolling,

A longing unwrapped,
Sweet serenity tapped.

Wherever It May Be

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 10, 2017 by dc

The sky’s perpetual machine keeps rolling,
Sunlight flickers through the sauntering clouds
And the songs of the breeze whisper wild,

Escape disconnects from a disappeared storm,
Silence drops and discovers a stillness,
Benefits buzz optimistically hushed

And we lie as the ground rustles slowly.

His Wet Cap Dripping

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on January 26, 2017 by dc

A sad, ugly bruise
On the leg of this land,

A pockmark,
A crooked gate closed,

Ireful and grumpy,
Dressed like an accident,

Dark rain peppering
His unwilling sighs,

High on abandon.

Stood underneath
The angry acrobatics
Of territorial crows,

Solitude fringed
With grasped bitterness,

His wet cap dripping
A tightly framed world

Where the morris men dance
Amidst peculiar tales,

All rose tinted pint pots
And idiot songs,

Make believe memories
Hand-picked and polished,

Hung between bunting
With pride never questioned;

It’s all cheese sandwich dreams
And the fear fight,

Wistfully growling
Good night.

Through The Coffee Shop Window

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 2, 2016 by dc

The last sentence you thought
Rains heavily,

A dark cloud swells and envelops
The conversations in your mind;

A shooting star is not enough,
The glittering sky is a waste,

Even the full moon’s glow is lost
In tumbling words,

No shape or real reason
Just a cascade of breathing,

Teething children dribbling sounds
And the gush of gutters

Beating down.

All around you there is chatter
A swell of matter interacting,

Attracting sparks,
Laughing and cackling,

It’s the last thing that you need.

Boggled

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on November 28, 2016 by dc

His weekends were spent stumbling,
Trails of suspicion and chaos,

A crazed volunteer of bad habits,
Bent spirits sat squeezing excess.

Inside a thousand fuzzy memories
Filled with greedy old delights,

Where wonder misplaced his adventure,
And his sacrifice boggled despair,

He ate words under bridges
And scoffed at the workers,

He diarised failure and pickled his fortune,
Hunted shadows and purpose

And sank into the former,
In the corner where the lucky lie lost.

The Aftermath

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on September 18, 2016 by dc

They found your violence
In the aftermath of prayer,

Dust everywhere and confused,
Another bruise for the world to absorb.

They taught you how to live again,
A charm of magpies stealing feed,

The greedy birds expelling songs
Through the dawn’s grief stricken sighs.

You left your tinted glasses
Under your life’s last ray of light,

And the only thing they ever found
Was a tooth as black as night.