Please, I need help

I’ve been out of food for three days

My water ran out this morning

I’m still bleeding, from the fall

I can no longer move my legs

And, oh the smell


Please help me


A New Perfume

Violence causes silence

We’ve both heard that before

But I have never been this deaf before

I just stare at you

I just look at you

And I wonder

Where will you take the body?

Will she go where the rest have gone?

Who do you expect to help you now?

Shirley, not this man

For I have a family, a wife

I have children, you see?

This just doesn’t work

This just doesn’t help… Me

(Think, think)

I hope you understand

I’d help you, if I could

But, now is not the time


Because of this

Come close

Hold on to me

And I’ll take care of this

This will be the one and only time

Hold on to me

Yes, yes

Just like before

I guess I’ll deal with it

But wait…

But before you let me go

Before you leave my arms

I have something for you

Something I’ve been saving for you

Close your eyes…


Now close your eyes, girl

And breathe deep, feel my love

Don’t fight

Don’t squirm, don’t even fret a bit

It’s better that way

Smell that?

That’s a new perfume for you

They call it chloroform

Last Step

The way the storms come

It turns the sea

Like a piece of paper in high winds

I wait patiently, for you

In the top of the old lighthouse

I watch you on the bluff below

your white gown flowing

Your hair whipped into a frenzy

One more time, you glance up to me

Then one last step

And over the edge

Forgotten Girl

You’re buried in an old forgotten place

I like to think I’m your only visitor

I tidy you up a bit

clear away all that’s unwanted

Then go around and pick up all the dead flowers scattered around

And lay them by your feet

A bed of roses for you, my dear

Just so you know

While you may be buried in an old forgotten place

You are not forgotten

© Dicky j Loweman 2014

The Beauty Of The Cellar Door

It’s a little hard to find

If you don’t know where to look

Hidden well, at the end of small pantry hall

The old cellar door

It’s paint is now faded

And the small handle has tarnished to black

But in all it’s imperfections

Within the space it stands

Is the true hidden beauty

It opens with loud creeks

A sound which hisses of age

And exposes three small steps

The steps which lead down through

Old cobwebs, which are always head-high

And to the single light bulb

Just beyond sit the oak racks, filled with more webs and dust

With bottles from the 50’s, 60’s, 70’s, 80’s and 90’s

Room for about 160 in all

But the truly best keep here is not encased in glass

It’s burrowed deep in a dark corner

Easy to miss, if you don’t know to look for it

But we both know it’s their, you and I

The true beauty of what’s hidden

Behind the cellar door

A secret we said we’d never reveal

And now that you’re gone

I know for sure

Our secret will go to the grave

I grab what I came for

And steal a quick, innoculous glance to that forbidden corner

Safe and sound, just as it always will be

I turn out the light

Walk up the stairs

It’s too dark, damp and cold to stay

I listen to the sound as the door shuts

And reflect on the beauty, and of the secret

Hidden deep away

Behind the beauty of the cellar door

The Look

A look can say a lot about a person

I saw you throught the bottom of a glass

And I know more about you than you’d ever tell

Sad on the outside

Lonely stirs within

But you don’t have to worry

Tonight will be much different

Once we leave, life will take a turn

No more drama

No more lonely nights

No more

The sadness, replaced with fear

Lonely with pain

One look can say a lot about a person

And you’ve already told me

All I need to know

Arms And Legs

I think you’re starting to get the hang of this

Gets a little easier every time

You’ve come a long way since your first time

Gets a little easier with every passing day

You even speak while we do our work

Now down to a finely tuned science

A quick glance, a subtle smile

Gets a little easier with every new friend

Enough talk for now

We have work to finish

Exactly like we always do

You grab the Arms, I got the legs

© Dicky J Loweman 2014


Red Box

I can’t do it anymore

I wait and wait

But now I don’t sleep 

Lost in the thoughts of you

Which in turn, get lost in the tombs of my mind

I can’t wait anymore

I have to see you again

Now is as good as any

And besides, we’re all alone

No one can see in this room

I get up, look under the dark and empty bed

And there you are

Safe and sound

Wrapped as tightly as I left you

I pull out the box

The box I keep you in

Safe and sound in your little red box 

I shake as I slowly untie the ribbon

The same ribbon you wore in your hair

I lift off the cover

Newspaper clippings

Your ring

A locket of your hair

All still here, safe and sound

Just as it should be

I’m careful to put it all back

Exactly as it was

The way you like to keep your possesions in order

I take my time

Replace the lid, tie the ribbon

And slide you into the dark, again

I stand, then slip back into bed

I wear a smile, canyon wide

Sleep will come fast now

Fast and long

For I know you still belong to me

Safe and sound In your little red box

The Alley

Alleys are where bad things happen at night

We’ve all been warned about this before

However, after a successful night of pub crawling

You look so inviting

I feel a sudden pull, to walk into the darkness just beyond

And anyway, you cut my walk home in half

Come along, child

Walk with me

Afterall, what could possibly go wrong?