Day: November 28, 2014

(wasteland)

distant thunder cracks

over the hills of wasteland

new life will soon bloom

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

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Blow Job

I wake from my nap

To the horrible sounds

Of my gardeners

Buzzing and hacking

Trimming and cutting

All done with the quickness of a horse race

But the noise

And the timing

Always when I wanted to sleep

I learned their pattern from my bed

Fifteen minutes of

Buzzing and hacking

Trimming and cutting

Then silence

Just long enough to start to sleep, again

Until the blow job

The final instalment on a thunderous afternoon

The last man comes around

And blows all the loose clippings away

The blow job

What a job

“What do you do for a living, Alvin?”

“Why, I’m the blower!”

The boys in Castro

Must love the way he finishes up

© D J Loweman 2014

Those Of The Damned

There is a seeming nothingness to the air

A brisk night and a long walk

Takes me to the woods

Darker than the rest of the night

Where the wind blows in rhythm

And the noises heard are all foreign

There’s a comfort in the not knowing

There’s an element of fear, as well

If you think about it for too long

You can convince yourself

That it’s just not worth it

But, if you are quick

And you keep your mind on track

You can forge ahead

Into the woods

Into the darkness

Where the wind blows strange

And all the sounds

Are those of the damned

Heading towards the unknown

And finding their way

To the light again

© Dicky J Loweman 2014