free verse

(pallid skin)

pallid unseen skin

kissed by nights but not by days

burning from the moon

© D J Loweman 2014

City Streets

Longing for companionship

I slip into the night

Down the city streets

When I realize

She is just as lonely as I am

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Sincere, Obsessive, Inspiring And Sometimes Crazed

I love you

And I listen to what you have to say

Things you mention resonate within me

They often stay for way too long

But I guess that’s just how I’m wired

Sincere, obsessive, inspiring and sometimes crazed

Some of your more memorable descriptions

Don’t always like the sound

But there is truth to what you say

And I keep your words

Close to my heart

So if you never remember

Anything else I say to you

Remember

I love you

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Closer

They’re getting closer and they know it

I stay here motionless

In the tall grass

I can’t seem to move

I find it hard to breathe

I can hear footsteps

And a low murmur of voices

I can see their flashlights waving

They’re closing in

One by one

They slowly tramp by

Until I’m the one furthest behind

From back here,

From this vantage point

I just might get away

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

 

This Room

This rooms seems a little too big

Too big for all the shit

The shit I have collected

Collected, then forgotten about

There’s too much to dirty

Too much to clean

Memories get too easily lost

Lost like a phone number

Or a set of keys

Maybe it needs more furniture

To occupy the the void

The darkness

Of this room

Which is just too big

© 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

 

The Colors Of Your Eyes

The colors of your eyes

Are the softest baby blue

When you open them

In the early morning light

The colors of your eyes

Are the deepest forest green

As we move through the forest

The colors of your eyes

Are like pulsars in space

When you get confused

By my many wrongful doings

The colors of your eyes

Are red as blood

When I fuel your fire inside

With the agitation

I’m so good at supplying

© Dicky J Loweman 2014