These are poems written by a character in a book I’m writing called As Dead As Alive.
Big dreams; swollen moons with gravity
Their lonely tsunamis flatten the land
Rising orbits;
Omnipresent; obsessive crush
The chosen ones
Dawning too late
Behind
locked doors hide a true story
Oh loving lips stung
Swollen reminders in need
Overdoses of distractions
Love like lovers entwined as friends
Yet recycling reminders
Reminders
Letting it all pass you by
Seek the road ahead
There are hours when nothing enters me
Years of trouble close
With troubles overcome
New troubles I have reached for
I have not lived
Not enough
To perfect the release
That vain monster comes slow
Its wit in fallow eyes
Caresses rushing hairs
As if it is all chance
Tomorrow dance
Tomorrow won’t know me
Tomorrow always slips
Into another world
An empty cry
Those hours.
Oh, those years of hours
When I am someone else
We don’t find treasure, cos we don’t treasure
Onto the next thing, quick fit pleasure
A flow in the desert, a snow covered Everest
Hit us, we weather it, nothing bothers us
Stipped bare, don’t follow seeds
Own nothing of quality
Monkey’s laugh in the trees
Swing high and mighty
And be put out rightly
The streets are unsightly
I’m treasure, don’t find me
Dug up just to be
buried.
Darran Brennan ©
Darran Brennan ©