A Pause To This Life

As I sit here,

I think about everything,

And nothing,

All at once

The heat of the day,

Has zapped my thoughts,

And any words I might have considered using

I keep fixating on the old clock

With its old neon tubes,

And it’s deafening hum

I watch the second-hand tick

Tick, tick, tick, tick

I feel as though,

I have been in this same spot for years

And I feel as though,

I might stay here for several more years

Not moving,

Just watching

Tick, tick, tick, tick

This is how I’m spending life,

Right now

In an old bar,

Which is held empty,

By the early hour,

And the sun’s stifling heat

Tick, tick, tick, tick

The bartender’s slow reach,

To the bottle on the back bar,

Looks to me,

Like a speeding train

Tick, tick, tick, tick

Then suddenly, I’m back

Back just in time

To catch his sudden movement,

And watch the glass being set,

In front of me

Like a plane landing at night

In the swirl of jet fumes,

And heat,

And that old neon clock

Tick, tick, tick, tick

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


Nighttime Calling

Countless stars,

Mixed with a cool breeze

The night has no moon to shine,

And that makes it darker than normal

I should have gone straight home,

Found my bed and slept,

But nights like this intrigue me,

Call to me,

Pull me in

So here I am,

Back at the marsh,

With all the sounds of the frogs,

Gators, and owls

This always seems to be,

The best way to end a night,

And the comfort found here,

definitely beats out the sleep,

I will never know

Worth it,

Oh, so worth all the while

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


Sorry, We’re Closed

Another day, another end

Flip the “open” sign over,

So it reads,

“Sorry, we’re closed”

But the phone continues to ring

There is nothing on tv,

And I’m too lazy to cook tonight

Sometime an extremely easy,

And non-exciting day,

Can wear me out,

And leaving me looking,

Like 100 yr old floorboards

But I have so much left to do

So much I want to get done

But sometimes the laziness prevails

And I sulk to the couch,

With a cocktail and a notebook,

And I write line after line,

Filling the pages with garbage,

Which don’t make the slightest bit of sense,

Come early in the morning

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Contemplations Of Tiny Worlds

Things become quite twisted at times

All the walls start screaming,

And my head fills with confusion and drought

All the world keeps moving, though

A tiny reminder of how small,

Each individual really is

And all my personal quandaries,

Hardly amass too much

The cops shot another black man,

A teenager kills both his parents,

The boneyards are filling,

faster than the speed of light,

The vineyards are dying,

from the heat and neglect

And yet I complain,

I dwell on my small world

It is, after all, the only one,

I have or know

And that’s enough for me

So, the sun will continue to rise up,

And the fools will continue to breed,

And the air in here is thick,

And I think I need to get away

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


Stationary is rarely a good place to be

You sit too long,

And you’re dead in the brush

I watch all the creatures around me

Nobody stays put,

And with good reason,

Because the stagnate get eaten,

Eaten up in the big wide world

People, like you and me,

Have got it so good

Except for other people,

No one hunts us

We’re the top of the food chain,

And can afford to be lazy

So most of us are just that


And we act like idiots,

Waste like fools,

And think we’ll go on like this forever

But remember this,

The dinosaurs were around for more than 140 million years

And they never smogged the skies,

Polluted the waters,

Or burned the lands

We’ve been here for about 10 million years,

And have managed to fuck it all up,

Yet we keep telling yourselves,

How we’ll go on forever

It’s a good lie,

but it only will last,

If we take care of it

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

The Sting

Whiskey stings the lips,

Like a kiss from a past lover,

Who promised so much,

But left so little

I enjoy the memories,

But like the ice melting in the bottom of this glass,

Nothing lasts forever

So I forge a smile,

Sip the last of the poison,

And slip back

Into the comfort of the night,

And all the joy she brings

© Dicky J Loweman 2015