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These Fascists, These Wolves

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 13, 2011 by dc

These fascists,
These wolves,

The kind who keep
Spittle on their teeth

And piss in the shadows
All cross-eyed.

We sing in the hope
Our words
Will disease you.

These fascists,
These wolves,

All intellectual growls
And simmering blood lust,

The kind that fall
Into routines of hatred

And clamp claws
To their pitiful

We sing with a melody
Best kept in trees,

And soon we will dance
On your bones.

The Wolves

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 10, 2008 by dc

Listen to these words,
There are wolves in the woods
Up to no good
And their tails
Are alive in the air,
The cold wind blowing
Has sown its doubts
And the thieves
Are sat down tossing coins.

Collect up my whispers
And arrange a tight sentence,
Make sure that it makes sense,
We are living like whistles
Through bushes
Our separate missions,
We pretend they’re just thoughts,
Loose transitions.

Position yourself by my side,
If we listen to gossip
We’ll be lost like the prophets
Who said we would one day be kings,
Nobody knows
What is best left alone,
What is house, what is home,
Why we come, why we go,
Flowing like rivers of bones,

As the groans of the wolves
Match our moans.