Poetry Blog by Devon Brock
Saints go all stranded bad brained and damned
waving black flags for articles of faith
leaving me like a dead kennedy
with a naked raygun in my flipper
not much so my suicidal tendencies
to buzzcock my way to the stranglers
lair in a psychedelic fur as I clash
with some zero boys cockney rejects
angelic upstarts - those lurkers in
the undertones - X.
Monday 24th June 2019 11:06 pm
Oh, how you hide behind your dad's cyclist thighs.
Barely an eye and ringlets ginger, you cannot hide
your bobbling joy for a golden half moon
of ham and cheddar gently flipped and folded.
Well, little lady, I was having a rough time in the rush,
"weeded" as we say in the biz. But your shy blush
and your smooth freckled fingers reaching for the plate
in my sweat filled gl...
Sunday 23rd June 2019 10:26 pm
none on the line none
none on the stringer sweat-eyed
below the spillway on a low day
rust-hooking largemouth then
carbon bent ballistic round the dog-leg
behind a bent rock shocked
for a crawler-rigged jig and a jerk
slipping through snag wood
slipping reel and slipping mudshoe
box throwing sinker swivel bastard
yanks smoke from my lungs
a butt from my teeth
Saturday 22nd June 2019 5:56 pm
Presence is a zero-sum game.
The inverse of onion water held - that tower
seen on the bluff miles hence,
will show its "class of '65"
in approach and passing ,
recede scallion in the rearview.
All that passes: calves upping ass-first,
drapes of dry corn husk on loose fences,
gag of manure spreading spring over -
that's the stink of money, honey;
shred flags of si...
Friday 21st June 2019 11:22 pm
We were dropping
Bottles from a rooftop
Brick smeared across your shoulders
Windows all boa around your neck
Rust and yellow in a gaunt arabesque
But before the sidewalk shatter
Before the dull slap of labels
Heavy with glue and broken glass
There was that redolent pause
That was falling
Thursday 20th June 2019 11:00 pm
Grope eyeless in clover for pulse and white grubs.
Slam fists into roses for they will bud over,
red stripe and scab for your wresting.
Wade shoeless in the muck of your hardening.
Pound clay into cloud until arms fall
grotesque in your shaping.
Ram full into the brick of naught,
the stained jagged brow of thousands
who thought to topple the unbuilt.
Wednesday 19th June 2019 10:01 pm
Hard candy in a cheek cave
worn and wearing lasts longer
than chewed delights meant
to mouthbind the eater
in rapture and dumb thirst
for more evermore.
Hard candy in a cheek cave
provokes spit and hesistation
on a snap decision to bust it
down into a nerve still hard
and whole in each grain
Hard candy in a cheek cave
makes me suck darkly...
Tuesday 18th June 2019 9:36 pm
Some blurry spot or streak
(a barrel of grace tapping my forehead -
The GSR of redemption)
An immaterial stain
(the spanked yellow splotch in the sheets
dabbed with soap in the morning)
An indistinct mass
(the transitive rebound slag stink-breathing over me)
A smoldering mass placed on the windward side as to protect from frost
(burning pillows behind the ...
Monday 17th June 2019 10:22 pm
Stay out of the business. Shine
for quarters on corners, in barbershops.
Shine wherever you can. Just stay away
from the business, your father said.
Gave you a box to shine clean
Just the right schmear of Kiwi -
brown, oxblood, or black - let
it dry, Let it dry. A bit of banter,
a shuffle through the box for that
buff-worn camel hair beauty
Sunday 16th June 2019 11:15 pm
Met her in the driveway, blue band-aid
on her thumb because the rush came strong
I saw the Redstart in the apple blooms,
ticking orange to black: the migration was on
She had a shit day borne on a twitching
crease of lip, because she couldn't stand the gruel
He clung to a fist of last autumn's fruit
I was too damned laz...
Sunday 16th June 2019 10:41 am
Head-butting breakers -
I couldn't enter the sea -
flung back on my back -
swallowed in sandfleas -
moon-haloed grin of David
drooling beach with ashes -
to ashes and gull grease -
white tendril tide yanks
left shoe loose and screaming -
tows it to foam - scrambling crabwise
- sand in my pants drags
me down down and my mouth fills
with urine - cigarette butts...
Saturday 15th June 2019 6:17 pm
Bella nests in the valley of your bones,
tender slopes carved glacial by your hip,
she twitches and yelps into the glens
of your shoulders, the vales of your skull.
Where are you now? Perhaps dropping
one last martini before slapping into a hard
bed, the conference long and boring, I hope.
But, I, here, this dog, here, trace landscape
Your absence, our bed, a grea...
Friday 14th June 2019 10:48 pm
The stench is rising, rising once more.
With no hand to husband these fields,
furrows, now bleach intolerant,
take to their long dormant seed,
revive a reviled germination -
its brute harvest, unduly denied.
In sanguine rain through sag wire,
clod dirt percolates acrid low lying
plumes flag-twisting and spun upon
indolent airs and a languid sun;
the gathering sho...
Friday 14th June 2019 11:33 am
Hit it with a kick thirty
degree incline tenth a
mile straight line main line
straight cliff down riding
crouch on a fish board
no plate to grind stop
nylon flex and pumping
lip flapping road smear
blonde bangs eyes bleeding
standing sine wave
interference grind wave
thirty mph see me ten
year old airborne
dive pavement eight
Thursday 13th June 2019 10:29 pm
She put willow switches,
knotted bits of string and fear,
sharper corners of gumwrapper chain,
the long stuff of regret
into a pasteboard guitar case -
threw it in the trunk.
On Northerly Island,
she took one last look at the skyline,
mocked on Lake Michigan,
the stillborn wave
of a song no-one played,
then off on LSD
to hit the Skyway.
She hoped to...
Wednesday 12th June 2019 10:34 pm
I was walking at the corner of Irving and Sheridan. Cabs, buses, cars bled with a scab of gray belch low in the gelid air. Above, a draught of light spilled out of the Redline, spilled lanky into the coffee of the night. It was then that I saw her, strobed in amber as the train banged itself taut and fleeing. I watched her decay velvet down the platform stairs. I stood gum on the sidewalk before t...
Wednesday 12th June 2019 10:53 am
Carving new creeks, nonchalant waters
wash out stern roads and trunk-fist
old bridges, the ditches robust with
bullhead, bluegill, perch and corn slag.
It ain't stopped raining for days.
Low towns sandbag but the sewage
comes from within. The mitigators
are scrubbing their palms for a fresh
carpet of greenbacks and backhanded
charlatans are rolling in from Kentucky....
Tuesday 11th June 2019 10:55 pm