a book of poetry
Copyright © 2010 d.w.moody
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Consume
Out of the Madness
The poems in this collection are often painfully autobiographical, explorations of a world he has walked within, while others explode surrealistically as an assault on our senses, stitched together from stories rumbling through the city streets or from the nightly news. These are poems that ripple with energy, ripping open the scars of one's psyche. He has a created a work rich in its explorations of the shadows around us that we often ignore.
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sample poem
telephone entry july
- --- mama is killing herself today
- i peer around the long corridor
- wanting to cry
- but I won’t dare
- policemen in badges
- at the ominous door
- i feel myself sinking down into my feet
- a far cry from a hallowed man
- luminous generosity pounding down the stairs
- atomic pile in the doorway
- no one cares about the children anymore
- pain swelling through the flesh
- homegrown brew in the cellar
- and I know poppa’s hiding down there
- gin blossom dream
- getting hard to sing
- merry old christmas songs
- anymore
- beneath the pain
- my siblings are hiding in their own separate worlds
- i watch the trail of blood
- it is soul fluid
- not the blood of flesh
- and as i peer into the darkness
- past the makeshift barricade of policemen
- i know it is too late now
- her room
- so silent now
- so empty now
- the clock is ticking on the wall
- i know there ain’t going to be any repression from this
- no-
- no-
- i can’t forget
- nor will i blame this
- on what problems might lie ahead
- i will make no excuses
- i swear i can feel
- my flesh growing old
- at this very moment
- a tea pot whistles in the kitchen
- the train
- begins its slow rumble
- past the house
- and the policemen
- apathetically
- begin to leave
- i stand there alone
- then-
- one of the officers
- turns
- and says
- it will be all right son
From Out of the Madness
Copyright © 2010 d.w. moody
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