Summers

Dirty mindsbreed dirty scoundrelsin the baking summerthey stew and simmer. I open my eyes in springand scream for my motherwhile a dirty mouth breathesthe promise of next summer. Would you botherif I said I didn’t want this?Would you save mefrom backyards and gardens?From barbeque fumesand dehydration?From sunburnt necksand not enough ice cream? Dirt is allContinue reading “Summers”

A Farewell to Summer

Under the sky of teal and cottonthe magpies danceon fences and treesas dew drips from garden weedsI listen out for Summerwho’s on her way home. A humid breeze as the clock strikes noonI fall in love with the frost of dead years,sweet scents tease my lungswith the promise of Summerbut my old lover is lost,stuckContinue reading “A Farewell to Summer”

Rats

ratsoutside my doorratsinside my mindclawing, diningupon my feeble brain ratsin my hairratsunder sheetsnibbling, dribblingupon my eyes ratsin the streetratson the trainstifling, killingthe remnants of this brain ratsin the toiletratsin the fridgeimbuing, bakingevery inch of my flesh © Davey Cobb 2023 All Rights Reserved

To Lose Oneself Until Death

It’s easy to lose oneself,the challenge is to find him,when all about him tremblesit is easy to lose your way. The world is loud, obnoxious,distracts at every turn,despite the fate you yearnthe way is blocked with brambles. Entangled in your status,you sprint and spit, aimless,the yellow brick road obscuredas you wander off, clueless. Diverted byContinue reading “To Lose Oneself Until Death”

The Rules/ There Are None

Live your life as you choose.You must pay your taxes,you must learn to love yourself,you must behave in public,you must earn a living,you must stand in line,you must wait your turn,you must be kind,you must stand up for yourself,you must do what you are told.Live your life as you choose. © Davey Cobb 2023 AllContinue reading “The Rules/ There Are None”

The Underground Blues

The putrid claws of mundanitypull me to the escalator,there I stand for twenty secondsterrified of the bottom. The train rolls and screeches,a hundred frowns appearto duel for a blue throneand pretend they don’t existin the same space as their peers. The metal tomb shakes,two hundred legs quake,two hundred eyes aim at no onein order toContinue reading “The Underground Blues”