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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.

Wolf Pack

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

The cluttered filth
Of ravaged gutters,

Rusting raw under
The loose stampede

Of this city’s
Stray wolf pack,

The bankers and
The business creeps,

The parasites
And lads for hire,

The rotten ivy on
Brutal grey towers,

The monolithic monuments

That no-one can be arsed
To tear down,

Sickly smiling,

The littered rivers
Steady swelling,

Amidst the overwhelming forfeit
Of sacrificed justice,

Those tubthumping echoes,

A hindsight sat ripe,
All regret and insights

Into why we became.

It’s Called ‘Weekend Percussion’

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 27, 2019 by dc

Bring the weekend percussion,

Kids jumping into hedgerows,

The whine of hot tyres
And their whistles of smoke,

Drunk teenage girls
Rewriting pop songs,

Wired dogs growling
As the pub sucks its struts
From the street;

The lemon-eyed gallivants
And tropical fruit cakes,

The funk of kicked bins,

Widows jukebox reminiscing,
Divorcees house-training cats,

A hurly-burly fragmentation,
A ripped chaotic sound collage

Of pumping moxie thumps,
Skunk smells and all you love

If you came not wanting much.

The Laughing Fires

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 26, 2019 by dc

The laughing fires
And the trampled boxes,

Herculean lives
Built on stolen memoirs,

Ripe neglect
And a rustling breeze,

Freshly discarded
Pride,

The widowed clichés
Of addiction,

Fixations painted
On walls in the rain,

Tricks spent
In the gravel,

Puddles meeting
In shadows,

The veins of this city
Pulsing in flickers,

Bickering glooms
Spilling out.

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.

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.

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.