evil root of everything

killing me slowly

© Dicky J Loweman 2014



Let me get a good look at you
Close up, where I can see the works
Like a diamond polished till perfect
This wasn’t always the case, you know
Someday you’ll thank me
Those countless hours of work
How I had to creep away with you
The dead of night
You wanted to scream
But screams are troublesome for mutes like you
Still I couldn’t blame you
Not knowing what was in store
Your dilapidated workings
Your unsuitable mind
Tossed then turned
Until you could expend no more
But in the confines of this humble study
I had all the instruments
All the tools I ever needed
We played with scalpels, haeomorrhoid forceps
And bone saws and brushes
We cut tissue with scissors
And stuck probes past tenaculums
Which indignantly parted arteries
There were catlins, both big and small
And of course, tourniquets
However unfortunate, morphia come with quite a price tag
So some luxuries we must go without
Alas, don’t slouch
My natty friend
Look on the bright side
You are but a fraction of your old self
Much improved, if I may say so myself

© Dicky J Loweman 2014



Too long in hiding

Too long stored away

Secrets are kept at a distance

Far away, where no one will find them

We both know what happened

How and why

And now I live with it

Every day

But it’s not guilt, mind you

For that’s a companion

I choose to hide also

Alone with our secret

At the bottom

Of that old abandoned well

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Last Supper


That’s the last of it

So well fed

So full

We dined on shanks

Meat on the bone

We partake of kidney pie

And blood soup

All the delicacies

On which we dined

So that’s it

Now we’re on the hunt, again

For if we don’t find the next unsuspecting foe

We will wrangle in agony

Not able to quench our thirst for the iron wine

Or calm our savaged hunger for the raw

The oh so pleasant taste

For flesh

Fresh from the bone

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Old Bridge

Let’s take a walk

A roll down beneath the old bridge

Where we played as kids

All the trouble we made

Set free by the water’s edge

There we’ll tell stories

Spin tales and make true confessions

Unveil secrets and make cuts

Until we can dig down to the truth

The truth of what happened

Here by the old bridge, that fateful night

It was only the three of us

Set to do the usual

No defining plans

Just to take it as it comes

That’s when you asked

If we could all swim

We all agreed we could

But the currents run much too fast

To ever give this old constellation of hydra

A real run for her money

That’s when you

Shameless, immoral and debauched

‌Wildly extravagant and wasteful

Pushed that poor soul in

Ignoring the frantic screams for help

The flailing, unpleasant, arms and legs

Thrashing helplessly in the water

Alas, carried away

Around the bend and into the night

Leaving just you and I

And the everlasting taste

Of confusion and silence

© Dicky J Loweman 2014


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

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