Absence crystallized
In calm oceans
While you froth grievous
Inside
(C) 2016 March
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Poetry
How men are made
Boys dropped out of school
Gloom broadcast on their faces
Old exuberance long gone
Weathered and worn
Stubbing cigarettes
Under ill-fitting shoes
Ducking from another punch
Milling about
Fists swung in anger
Another blow meticulously swayed
Newsboys dressed in flatcaps
& plaid
Another fight from hanging on
Around street corners too late
Suited up going to fathers funerals
Sunglasses to hide eyes ablaze
With fury and sadness
Cigarette butts stubbed out
Along with their secrets
And they’ll tell ‘em
That this is how men are made
(C) 2016 March
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Urban Lumberjack
I’m an urban lumberjack
Wielding an expresso
And an axe
Got a roll of smokes
Always share ‘em with my mate Jack
And he spoons ‘em off to our friend Mack
Jacks wife and I
Got that sexual tension
We do the dance
When we get the chance
Jack don’t mind
After all, I’m the one with the axe!
(C) 2016 March
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The guitar weeps
The guitar weeps
Technicolour
Men in blue suits
Reflect
Dancing lights
And girls swish their skirts
Candy coloured Identities
Go berserk
On the floor
Musical masturbation
Dancing like
we’re stripping bare
A form of emancipation
Loving decapitated notions
Of religious word
Tired of loving
What was never there
They call us dirty
As we drink our rum
And smoke our tokes
We’re acting like
We’re from the 60’s
Taking a detour
From prudish disgust
Baring it all
Under midnight lights
Of burning lust
Randy bodies
Dancing
Wounded from a god
Not here or there
Trying to free ourselves
From ideas of sin
And that of hell
Are we obedient
To the rebellion?
All the pushers
On the streets
“Take another! You’ll be free!”
Neon lights
And screams misheard
For pleasure
As we screw
Ourselves
Into tighter
Boxes
Trying each other on
With no one to spare.
(C) 2016 March
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Pick up ya dog shit
Dog shit
It fuckin’ stinks
So why do you
Make me roll in it!
Ya fuckin’ prick!
Get ya shit bag
And fill it!
Ya prick!
Some of us got baskets of milk
Takin’ it home
So I can make porridge!
But ya’ve gone and left ya dog shit
Right in middle
Of fuckin’ path
I tried to get around it
Couldn’t cross the fuckin’ road!
Curb was too damn high!
I was stuck!
Trying to swereve round it
Pick up ya dog shit
Ya fuckin’ prick.
(C) 2016 Jan
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Whirlwind Romance
I loosen my tie
You unbutton my shirt
My breath against your neck
Caressing away your hurt
And our eyes are a blaze
With the fire
Your lips crave
And I bend you
Over the table
Clutching at your hips
As ripples and waves
Convulsions and thunder
Take us away
And I lean over
Nibble round your neck
Whisper your name
As I feel myself tighten up in knots
Before I release all my have nots
Muscles slacken in surprise
As we dance across
This happened chance
Of a little whirlwind
Romance
(c) 2016 Jan
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Pressure
The tension
is in the sound
Of car doors closing
Of wheels stirring
The wind whirring
The strain
Is in sirens blaring
Flashing lights flaring
The tired eyes staring
The constriction
Is in the sound
Of coffee mugs
Dripping taps
The silent gaps
The binding
Is in the whirlpool
Of silky smooth tea
The steam that rises
Clearing our sinuses
The squeeze
Is in the formation
Of language
Trying to display
This anguish
The choking
Is in the tears
Of throats narrowing
Alienated from the world
Detached, harrowing
Severed ties
With humanity
Twice removed
From our sanity.
(C) 2016 Feb
Struggle
I’ve got files of ‘poetry’ (I don’t like the word, it makes me cringe) stored separate files for each month. I’ve been posting a lot of ‘poetry’ from previous months. I haven’t posted any of June’s poetry yet. But here is one I wrote tonight, because this is just the place I’m in right now
Got these thoughts milling around my head
Some are unreasonable
Unfashionable
Irrational
But they are the current
That drowns me with dread
Trying to keep myself looking ahead
But the uncertainty of simple things
Others take for granted has me led
To the darkest thoughts
That entangle me in this web
Trying to think that I just take each day
Because every moment is uncertain
And come what may
It might be goodbye
To the things that help me stay
But the absence of clarity
Makes me want to stray
Lean into the abyss
And take the wheel, pull the breaks on this
Seeking my chance to be dismissed
The good, the badass, the ugly
I’m going to space
With Jack
And his mate Mack
We’ll be space cowboys
Running rogue among the stars
Jack will bring his wife
Honey is such a laugh
And Mack will bring his knife
And we’ll scour the stars
For game, unicorns and dragons
On the moon or failing that L.A
Who can tell the difference anyway?
When you’re all drugged up
On scandal
Revealed in photographs
We took in Santa Monica bay!
And we’ll swing among the stars
Get our names in the lights
We’ll swing from Jupiter to mars
Just like Frank Sinatra sang!
We’ll be the rogue space cowboys
the good, that’s Jack
The badass, that’s Mack
the ugly? That’s Matt! (me)
(c) 2016 Feb
Heart First
I’ve been romancing honey
Jacks tennesee gal
I shouldn’t do
Not with this checkered heart of mine
Jack knows my heart
He’s a friend like that
Says I need a change of clothes
My heart looks like a lesbian
In these checkered rags
So i’ve suited up this old heart
Tie an all, cover the bullet hole
Thats what I tell ’em anyway
“I surived the bullet, ma’am
I’m tough and ‘ard me, like!”
I don’t tell them I
Fell heart first
Over heels
(c) 2016 Feb
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