Dicky J Loweman

Things have a tendency of breaking around here

Broken glasses, broken hearts,

A broken thought which sounds like a broken record

There are days like this

Always have been and always will be

Makes me think I’d like to douse this whole place,

In rancid gasoline,

Then just set it all ablaze

But you can’t get blood from a stone

I know this because I’ve tried

All you end up with is endless, bloodless,

I woke up thirty minutes late

There was no time for the usual routine

I brushed my teeth, but skipped the shower

I munched a handful of coffee beans,

But didn’t have the time to enjoy a brewed cup

I dressed in the same clothes from yesterday

I grabbed my small travel pack,

Which housed only the previous day’s contents,

And at this moment, I couldn’t tell you what they were

I flashed one last lap…

sun down, waves goodbye

life seen through violet lights

night scratches at skin

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh baby!”

Those are the only audible words,

Heard on the video tape

The rest is just filled,

With random shouts of garble,

And ‘what-to-do’s’

It was my voice, though

And you could hear the intense and sudden rise to panic

She said she had done it,

At least a hundred times

But, just like death,

The blue flame will get everyone,

Eventually

Blowing fireballs,

From moonshine,

I’m…

Somedays Vodka Sounds Better Than You

I drink vodka in this bar

That’s what I drink in here

Sometimes it’s gin,

Sometimes rum

But never in here

This place calls for vodka,

And this bar rarely calls

But when she does,

It’s good to start with a vodka tonic

From there the world is my oyster

Vodka martinis finish me off too fast,

So they’re better left for the bad days

Those days when things need to get done,

And I don’t belong in here,

draw your initials

in cold and wet morning sands

washed back to the sea

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

The time now,

Has become what I refer to,

As the easy part of the year

The sun doesn’t shine as bright,

And the winds don’t scorch your neck,

With every breath they blow

For this is the Fall,

Autumn,

The easy part of the year

It is the great race on to winter,

When all grows dormant,

With all the thoughts of total sleep

Thoughts of sleep and darkness

Not that winter down here,

Is too hard or…

She Looks Good From Here

She looks good from here She has on a nice sundress Her legs are a calling bronze, And she has the most beautiful hair I’m a sucker for the hair It’s always what seems to do me in This Thursday afternoon, Is no different from any other, Save for this beautiful lady, And a break from the heat I want to ask her name I’d like to spend the rest of the afternoon and my money with her But after a…

sea-foam from churning

the waves which crash on this shore

like tiny diamonds

holding so much promise, life

hoping to wash back to sea

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Rolling up in a black limousine

Tallying all the fortunate little ones

With the big minds and tired, drab ideas

Sucking the very soul out of life

Fight on, but only with a purpose

Like floating the waves,

In the calm, after a scathing storm

The pieces will fall,

Laying and crying at your feet,

Begging to be stepped on,

Screaming for the hurt

But in this dismal time,

There is sometimes tucked a…

For the most part,

This world is a beautiful place

A masterpiece, a concoction,

A work of art like no other

It’s all in the detail,

In all the little bits and wonders

But this masterpiece has flaws

There are cracks that need repair,

Chips which need filling,

And a good overall cleaning

The value of this amazing,

And mysterious work of art,

Is, of course, priceless

But with just a minor amount,

Of…

with Time To Kill

Time isn’t kind

Not to me, not to you,

Not to a single living, breathing soul

As I stand here,

Staring into the bathroom mirror,

I count 20 maybe 30 new grey hairs to my beard

I can’t bring myself to count those,

On top of my aching head

Time has done this

Stress has done this

All the bad things in this world have done this

Somewhere, in this world,

A small toaster just caught fire,

In a room…

temperature here

must be pushing one hundred

bit more than I like

laziness has grabbed a hold

a/c has taken a break

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

soft sounds fill the air

a timbre rich and soothing

relaxation state

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

this house is my home

where memories are kept safe

from all prying eyes

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

boat in rough waters

small against the giant waves

built well to withstand

the thrashing and the turmoil

floats to sail another day

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

I listen to the rains,

As thy beat against,

the windows and door

I am one lucky man

Not everyone I have met,

Is staying as comfortable,

Warm and dry,

As I am,

On this stormy,

And gloomy morning

© Dicky J Loweman 2015