lying with legs spread

touching her most inner self

while she looks away

© Dicky J Loweman 2014


I like the likes of you

In all the time we spend together

You seem to have paid attention

Attention to the details

To this bitter, old man

Who, by most accounts

Should always be left alone

You know the exacts of my world

How I like my drinks poured

How I like my smokes rolled

When to coddle me

When I need to be ignored

You seem to have mastered

Showing up at the right times

Bringing laughter when needed

A good scare when it’s not

You make a cozy companion

On those cold and dark nights

And you always seem to say the right things

At the most inappropriate times

Bringing a constant smile to my face

Whenever you’re around

And for reasons unknown to me

You always thank me

Tell me how I’m always there for you

And know just how to fix you

Whenever you brake

It hardly seems fair

I can’t see how I’ve am nearly as good to you

As you are to me

But sometimes, questions like these

Are much better left unanswered

© Dicky J Loweman 2014


You hold the qualities

Which enable you

To fuck with my oh-so small world

You turn out the lights

When I most need to see

You eat all we have

Knowing that I starve

You seem to like the power

You like to be in complete control

You have an ability

To make me frown at the very sight of you

Make me feel sick

And in need of a bed

Like a witch

You hold secret powers

The power to push me down

Bringing rain on the clearest days

Rabid cold during the summer months

You dabble in crudeness

Exploiting my dismay

These are your greatest qualities, dear

And no matter how hard one tries

They can’t be changed

Or taken away

© 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


I love you

© 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

In The Way

There’s something in the way

You look at me

There’s something in the way

You speak down to me

There’s something in the way

you move further away from me

There’s something in the way

You want nothing more to do with me

There’s something in the way

I love to look at you

There’s something in the way

I can’t speak highly enough of you

There’s something in the way

I stretch harder to be close to you

There’s something in the way

I can’t get enough of you

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Watching, But Not Saying Hello

I’ve been watching her all night

She slips in and out of the crowd

With all relative ease

I’ve watched her match me

Drink for drink

We’re both keeping a fevered pace

she will leave for a few minutes

A phone call or dance

To pull her away

But she always comes back

Takes her seat

and occasionally tosses me a look

As if she knows

How entertaining I find her

As the night wears down

And the crowd thins out

I watch her as she gathers her belongings

And flips off another man’s invitation

She walks down the bar

and stops just behind me

‘Could have had a better night’, she says

‘If you only said hello’

And with that she’s gone

Through the door, into the night

And never to be seen again

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

The Welter Of Arguments

Say you what?

Say it again, I dare you

A heave of insults tossed like feathers

Wallowing in the obscenities and froth

Down low the boil writhes

Won’t be long now

Time ticking away at the calm

Bombs exploding are softer than your tongue

Hanging on, is clearly coming up short

Don’t believe what is said

Lies fly like flies on shit, buzzards at a kill

But after awhile, you’ll tire

Just like you always do

I’ll fix us a drink

Give you some time to cool down and reflect

Just like you always do

And we’ll get drunk again and wake in the morning

In each other’s arms

Just like we always do

© Dicky J Loweman 2014


Dark Room

This room seems darker than usual tonight

No moon and only one candle to see by

You sleep on the couch

With your feet on my lap

I can hear your steady breathing

I can picture the rhythm of your chest

I stare out the window, into the darkness

While finishing my last evening drink

And my last cigarette

Soon I’ll get up

Empty the ashtray, bring my glass and bottle to the sink

Then I’ll come back to you

Put away your needle and spoon

Cover you up, blow out the candle

And hope I see you in the morning

© Dicky J Loweman 2014