Dream Catcher

words move, bandits, cowboy, sheriff, protector

Here I am,
In a long, low, valley,
On a horse, under sweltering sky.

A single trail runs East to West,
As far as the eye can see.

The sheep-skin bags,
Slung low off the saddle,
Are empty.

Bandits rode into town last week,
And made off with a couple of dreams,

Now I must choose,
Which way to go,

I am the Sheriff;
The dream-catcher.

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Card trick

life, cancer, poker, gambling, memories,
Dance music,
Damp heat and talk

Drifts to halcyon days of,
Seventies groove and Afro’s ruffled,

In the political funk of,
Freedom fighters and platform shoes,

Cadillac language,
Smooth and languid,

Dripping off honey colored lips like,
Melting chocolate…

It’s a card trick,
And we are mesmorised by,

Furtive glances,
Over fanned cards,

Fascinated by the sleight of hand,
And the afternoon light,

Our soft voices and loud giggles,
Caught in a trick of time,

Heavy with love and breakfast.

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Pregnant in Dundee

Obama, drag, racism, context, culture, homosexual,

How far would you travel from where you were born?

She spends more on her dogs in one week,
Than the government provides for those in trouble.

She’s a naturally happy person.

The mottled concrete walls of the council block she’s moved in to,
Complement her pock-marked, pink skin.

For a rich person,
She’s ugly.

The doors to buildings are painted bright colours,
-blues and greens-
And stand out against the brown stone that is everywhere.

Kevin is a mousey young man with stringy brown hair,
Recovering from drugs,
And she thinks he looks like a very nice man.

They are playing football on cement outside,
-plants are expensive-
Now talking over vegetables, around a table,

About the young mothers who will be coming in to learn,
How to grow turnips -
Like growing confidence, they’ll be told.

Did you know that people move to Dundee from Warsaw?

Makes you wonder what Warsaw is like-
-who’s fault it is that people can’t eat alcohol-

She’s hanging knickers out to dry and telling me that she’s discovered,
She doesn’t need all the shoes that she has,

And would it do if she were to donate,
A hundred and fifty thousand pounds?

They smile when they receive their checks.

Their blue doors fly open,
And when they say thank you, they mean it,
The money is enough.

Round the back,
The husband is in tears.

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Demon

short poetry, God, felony, criminals, death, purgatory

You would walk into a quiet house,
In a quiet neighbourhood and,
Take a young girl,

Into the woods,
And rape her,
Leaving a father disfigured,

You would,
Take a husband,
In the middle of the night,

And break his legs,
And electrocute him,
Because he will not salute your
Blown up image,

You would,
Empty bank accounts,
Nurtured for years,

By elderly couples who,
Just want rest,
And something leftover for grandchildren,

You would dismantle life this way,
And bear no burden?

I tell you,

There were angels in the courtroom,
And in the playground,
And on the plane,

But I was not one of them.

I will find you and,
Eat you up.

Root Canal

short poetry, words move, coral, diversity, environment, kindness,

There’s a starfish in my tooth he says,
A golden starfish nestling in the reef,
Infecting the coral and,

I’m in the deep blue ocean,
Among sea creatures,
Yellow and purple jellyfish,
Undulating in the current,
Stingrays swooping by,

Luminescent seaweed hanging over caves,
Like electric blue curtains,
At a tatoo parlour.

An octopus rakes the sea floor with a puff-adder,
And shoals of Zebra fish stop,
Long streams of impatient shark traffic,
For boisterous packs of anemone in school uniforms.

My dentist wields a wand.

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Morning Come

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Your thoughts are on pink.

Pink elephants with floppy ears,
Pink polcadot pillows,

Pink rabbit-eared flip-flops with,
Non-slip soles,
Pink cereal,
Pink hair bobbins, and
The bright pink coffee shop,
You would take her to,
To apologise and review,
Her new pink shoes.

Why must everything be so loud?

Bedraggled mops slop over,
Tired hospital tiles,
The mobile phone on the bed-side table,
Won’t stop vibrating and the,
Bed-springs squeal,
Each time you move.

The smell of antiseptic will not overcome,
The stench of sweat on soiled sheets or,
Iron in new blood,

Hush,

Nine months of nausea,
Nine months of chocolate,
Will come your way again,

Hush.

Morning come,
Morning come.

Keep me out of this one

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the lone yellow pebble
bore witness to the
abduction that took place at midnight

the man was bound
and gagged
and led away as women wept

keep me out of this one

did you know that a bear needs
twenty seven square miles
of forest
to live?

keep me out of this one

the woman cut the balls off
the man who raped her

keep me out of this one

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Officer in charge.

OCPD

“There are no terrorists in this location”

Reads the title,
In classic bold type,

On Foolscap paper,

On a dusty desk,
Inside a police outpost in Isiolo.

“The drilling rigs will make no difference to,
The cows or the goats or the lives of the people,
Who do not live here.”

“The construction does not impinge on farms,
And will be manned by machines not capable of dying,
So there is no need to worry…”

“The oil will be distributed fairly,
According to the percentages,
Agreed to in the constitution.”

“The matter of people living
In Isiolo does not come into this.”

“There are no people here.”

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