the wetlands breed life

unlike any known to man

right before our eyes

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Catch A Ride

I want to catch a ride on your back

Carry me off

To places far away

I want to hold on

For dear life

While you run

At speeds I can’t comprehend

I want you to take flight

With me as your

Sole passenger

Guide me up through the clouds,

Over the ocean,

And far away

Leaving behind

Everyone else

Let them figure it out,

Fit the pieces of the puzzle together

As we speed away

With all untamed thoughts

Of all we might find

In the great unknown

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Thoughts Of This Life

The sun will shine

And the rivers will flow

And the banks will build

All holding tight

My thoughts of this life

Time spent in travel

Time wasted in thought

And the wind will blow cold, again

And the day is replaced with dark

Yet every moment

Holds the dearest of secrets

The furthest of back-logged thoughts

Which I choose not to share

Which I keep locked away

And protect with this army

The people will still come

The people will still leave

Some with long overdrawn goodbyes

Some stealing away with the night

Some stay in my thoughts

While others are like this windy day

Causing me to take notice

But leaving as quickly as it came

There will be good days

And there will be unbearable days of dread

But through the thick and the thin

The sun will shine

The rivers will flow

And they will always continue to hold

Thoughts of this life

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

A Movie I’ve Grown Tired Of, But Will Watch Anytime

We sit together on the couch

Watching a movie, we’ve both seen countless times

It’s a slow movie

And I find my mind takes small breaks

It fades in and out

I find myself stealing quick glances at her

She has beauty

Even as we sit in this dark room

Her prettiness shines like a supernova

But, more often than not

She wears a frown

She has demons

She has hidden secrets

The ones she never talks about

The ones I never ask her about

And she likes it that way

The fact that I don’t pry

And I like it that way

She leans to me, rests her head on my shoulder

She knows she’s safe here

This is a place she can forget about the demons

And she knows I’ll do her no harm

We’ve seen this movie, so many times

And while I’ve grown tired of seeing it

In this present moment

It’s the best movie

I have ever seen

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


Greys Of Carbon

Rummaging through the ashes

Looking for the lost

That we know we won’t find

That of which can’t be brought back

The memories were hidden away

Tucked between the greys of carbon

And all the questions we don’t dare say out loud

The secrets can’t be rebuilt

The lifetime of memories

And yet the thoughts of it all

Will carry through the darkest nights

The longest of hot days

And all the time which sleep steals

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


Jenny and Michael were dipping sticks in the incredible liquid

A substance they’d never seen before

Tommy and I were busy throwing rocks through the few remaining windows

The smashed glass raining down and sounding like thunder

Paul and Liz were busy holding hands and whispering to one another

What a way to spend a day, which should have been spent in school

At its height, this factory plant employed 20,000 persons

Part of a conglomerate, which brought fortune and fame to this once great city

There were still boxes piled high against one wall

Huge chains still hung from giant I-beams, in the rafters

The walls had been covered with spray paint

Spelling out words like “cock” and “pussy”

You could see where fires had been set

But this hulking old metal box would never succumb to such small inconveniences

It was so vast, that to yell caused an echo

A fun time, tested by all

There were rows and rows and stacks and stacks of barrels

55 gallon drums just left rotting and rusting in there now permanent positions

And there were long troughs sunken into the floor

Which looked like a pit for mass graves

Soon Paul and Liz wanted to go

They had grown board, and it was much to dusty and dirty for Liz

Tommy and I had actually worn ourselves out, for the windows we threw at were quite high

But Jenny and Micheal were still busy with their new-found, mysterious friend

We all went to see what they fuss was all about

After all, they hadn’t explored any more of the plant since their discovery

We all slowly gathered around and watched with amazement

As Jenny dipped a piece of wood into the liquid

Its sheen was metallic, like that of my mothers flat wear set

And it would all run off the wood, back into the drum, without leaving any remains or markings

Someone said not to touch it, for something that intriguing and captivating

Could be nothing short of dangerous

Paul agreed, and told us both he and Jenny dipped the tip of their fingers in it

And it ran off just the same, but now their fingertips burned a little

Soon the fun of it all had worn off and Liz had turned into quite a nag

It was time to leave this place

And the ride home was a quiet one

I had a headache, and was all to happy not to have everyone shouting over each other

Then, out of the silence, Jenny said she was feeling dizzy

Like she was on a spinning ride

Michael too, said he didn’t feel well

He thought, in fact, it would be better to pull over because he might be sick

And then he was

Without any further warning, he began to vomit all over the floor

The ride home was long, for we had to stop several more times

Neither Michael nor Jenny returned to school that week…

As time passed, Jenny’s family moved to Vancouver, B.C.

Michael’s family stayed in town, just as the rest of our families had

I can’t say of Jenny, for I never spoke to her again

But Michael was always different

He was often sick, and sometime had lengthy stays in the hospital

Eventually Michael went mad

The people around town whispered it was hereditary, as his mother had been committed a year before

Not one of us ever spoke about Michael

It was best that he was forgotten for good

Not one of us spoke of our trip to that abandoned factory, either

We all hid our secret well

For we knew the truth

We knew what really happened

And even though Jenny and Michael may not have known what it was

The rest of us surely did

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Number 2 from Scourge



I’ve grown deft with anticipation

I can’t hear the crowd

Their roars are so load

And they want you to


And I

Want you to lose

For you see, I have money on the table

I’ve lost more now

Than your fair ass can count

But, by your pure injection

Those clean senses

And all those wits

Can bring me on top

Back to where I was

Back to those

Saving days

© D J Loweman 1995/2015