You fight in warsdeclared indoors,under the tablewe applaud,the freedom fableis gifted, sold,the battle is overwhen you are told. We weaponisethe blind and brave,we educatethe deaf, depraved,we colonisethe lands unscathedthen marketisethe earth we saveand pacifywith songs of praiseand nullifywith want and wage. You struggle on,you sacrifice,you graft to liveas others die,you wait for paydayand then itContinue reading “Overlords”
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A Man of Reason
A man of good reason,a man of good taste,a man of high fashion,oppressive in lace,his belly is fullwith illusions of power,he’s lauded by allas the man of the hour. A man of good conscience,a man of the church,a gentleman calleras gentle as dirt,“permission to breatheshould be granted at birth,”he laughs over wineas he orders dessert.Continue reading “A Man of Reason”
This Is Who I Am
I’m aware of my failures,I’m wary of neighbours,I fret and I feastin the face of faux dangers. I listen to strangers,their ignorant flavours,a fools’ witless buffetto feed my displeasure. I’m hurt beyond measureentangled in heatherthat brushes the hillsof childhood oppression. I listen to strangersdespite my intentions,hearing them singthe ballads of depression. I’m aware of myContinue reading “This Is Who I Am”
These Streets
I will one day forgetthe shapes of these streets,the tarmac forever incomplete,the cracked pavement under my feet,the misery in every face I greet. I will one day forgivethe complacency and hatedribbled from bruised lips,wept from weary eyes,plucked from pools of sick. I will one day forgetthe friends who fed me to lions,who stabbed me inContinue reading “These Streets”
Friends of the Past
The friends from my youthI will one day forgetwhen I reach the final stretchthe friends for whom I weptwill be no more than a sketchfaint and foggy in my head. Should I let them go before I ageand relegate those bitter memoriesto the funeral pyre of past regretsand silly, secondhand mistakesthat I still rue toContinue reading “Friends of the Past”
The Journey Back Home
The journey back home — a forgotten roadwhen life is loudthe mind disallows,the heart disavowsthe pavement and parksof this forsaken town. © Davey Cobb 2022 All Rights Reserved
Yesterday’s Child
Under a sky of perpetual mourningthe snows of sorrowwere melted by morninga yawning sun that inspired a yearningfor roaming rogues high on romancethat bequeathed their love to mist-eyed strangerswho drunk-danced all night, blind to the danger. Under a sky of perpetual winterhearts freeze and hearths burn splintersgathered and sliced by yesterday’s childwho watches the embersContinue reading “Yesterday’s Child”
The Sinking Spirit
The spirit sinksbelow, beneaththe worldthat once was warm. The spirit speaksalonewith his fathersharingpipe tobaccoin a dark room. The spirit smilesup at his motheras they sharesecretsover tea. The spirit seesthe foolshe called friendssimply to wastetime. The spirit seekssolacefrom his memoriesand the willto forget them. The spirit surrenderswhat remainsof his selfto endhis suffering. The spirit singswith hisContinue reading “The Sinking Spirit”
I have so many notebooks
An unreasonable amount, really. I have 10 on the go, to be precise. That might seem obscene. What the hell am I doing with 10 notebooks? Surely you don’t use them all? Actually, I do. Most of them every day. You see, every notebook I have serves a different purpose. I have one conventional writer’sContinue reading “I have so many notebooks”
I Assume You’re Gone
What am I?Nothing to write home about,Nothing to mention,Watching the window’s condensationdrip, dripping into my mind.Whose life is this?Is this bleak world all theirs?Is my little world all pretend?Are you still listening?Or have I lost you too?Like I lost myselfthe day I stepped out of my doorand joined their world.I assume you’re gonelike all goodContinue reading “I Assume You’re Gone”
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