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Stalker

I leave the pub around eight

The crowd doesn’t fit my mood

Being a cool night, I choose to walk

Passing on the crowded streets

I catch a glimpse of you

A small chill runs up my neck

Caused by your piercing eyes

I’ve seen you before

But I can’t place where or when

Quickly thoughts are redirected

Thoughts of my lonely hovel

And my long walk ahead

I never noticed your change in direction

The wind quickened and howled all the way home

You were never more than twenty paces behind

As I quickened, so did you

As I stopped to roll a smoke, you took to the shadows

As I arrived at my abode, you watched as I turned the key

As I fixed a nightcap, you let yourself in

As I write this, you come closer

And as I turn, you deliver the blow

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

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Secret Place

And so the search begins

A search to find that special place

A place where only I can get to

A place to keep the artifacts

And all the memories

Of that glorious night

It must be tucked away

From the weather

And all who breathe

All the animals

All the people

A place I can never lose

A place to bury you

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

Giving Up The Ghost

When I woke up today things just didn’t seem right

I had sweated through my clothes

But I was so cold, I couldn’t stop the shaking

I looked down at my bed

It was neat and tidy, as if no one slept there

I walked into the bathroom

Everything gleamed white

Atomic white, in fact

Like a model

Just like it was never used

I looked into the mirror, but saw nothing

Only a void

I ran for the kitchen, the only room with a clock

Again, like it had never been lived in

My pictures missing off the walls

The cupboards, bare

That’s when it struck me

I’ve been gone a long time

I slowly walked to the front door

Afraid to open it, but also afraid not to

In the instant I swung open the door

That’s when I saw it

The beautiful, atomic white light

I could do nothing

Except move straight towards it

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Stormy Seas

I rock back and forth

To and fro

Side to side

My sail has snapped

The rudder is gone

Any controlling agent

Or influence over direction

Has left my grasp for good

In the galley, plates smash

Pots and pans swing in the toss

The hull has taken water

Through the shattered forward hatch

I’m now locked in the head

Forced to stay

Until Poseidon’s blinding rage

Finally calls me down

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

Dead Rose Clippings

My neighbor stopped me today

To ask if I had seen anyone in his yard last night

I answered no and asked him why

He answered that some person has been cutting his roses

I didn’t hear anything, I told him

‘To me it sounds like a vandal’

The only thing he couldn’t understand

Is why the person also trimmed

All the dead flowers away

‘Repayment’, I remarked

And walked into my house

Where I refilled the roses on my table

Trimmed off two dead leaves

And through them in the trash

With the rest of the dead rose clippings

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

When The Collector Met Joe The Spider

The boy thought he saw something

Out of the corner of his eye

He put down his magnifying glass

And got out of his chair

He slowly crept towards the corner

Sliding his socks on the floor

As if lifting his feet might give him away

He peeked around the cabinet

And saw him there

‘Hello’, said the collector to the big hairy spider

‘hello back’, said the spider to the pray

‘You’d make a nice addition to my collection’, the collector whispered

‘Wait’, remarked the spider

‘I know where you sleep

And as you turn away

I’ll hide in plain sight

And wait patiently

until you go to bed

then I’ll dine on you

From the inside to the out’

‘No matter’, said the collector to the spider

‘I’ll take my chances’

And with that, the collector hurried away to grab a jar

All the time in the world

For the spider to move

Just behind the bedpost

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

Last Kiss

You look so beautiful

So peaceful with just a hint of a smile

Your features tell me you’re in a far away place

Your own new world

I have something to tell you

Before I say goodbye

So I bend close to you

And whisper in your ear

Words only you’ll ever hear me say

Words you’ll take to the grave

My eyes are misty, so I’d be best to finish up

Time has slipped away, too fast

So I give you one last kiss

On your soft red lips

Then I back away

And watch

As they slowly close the casket

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Lost

A two-day drive

No one knows I’m here

Never told anybody

Out all alone, just me

And a camera

Without food, without water

Without any direction or sense

Every direction in view gives no answers

East – Sand

North – Dunes

West – Dead brushes

South – Only footprints

I have to move

Keep moving

Keep that wagon wheel turning

So I continue

Left, right, left, right

One foot in front of the other

One foot in front of the next

Got to keep this steady pace

Death is blowing on my neck

The devil reaching for my feet

Got to keep this steady pace

One foot in front of the other

Left, right, left, right

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

Traunt

A simple job to do

Paid well in advance

Quite a few sheckles

For such a minimal task

And yet, all these incentives

You

Were nowhere to be found

So now

I must start the task

A new job

One that will be used

As a sort of payback

For nights you’ll sleep

With the worry hanging around

Just like the rope

That will soon caress your throat

© Dicky J Loweman 2014