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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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Curiosity Changes The Brain

Curiosity changes the brain

Makes you want to see things

Things you wish you hadn’t

Things which can not be unseen

Like staring at a car wreck

Watching someone’s house and life

Going up in smoke and flames

Allowing the neighbor to savagely beat her child

And leaning closer to the wall

Trying to make out her words

between the crying and screams

It’s because there is a darkness

Which lies deep within us all

And pushes us for answers of why or what next

It’s true

Curiosity changes the brain

And brings out that tiny, suppressed demon

In each and every one of us all

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

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

 

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

 

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

So

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…

Shh…Shhh

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

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