Poetry Blog by Kealan Coady
Is the shadow you cast from the sun
sent flooding from the moon?
A man can lose his mind in under a minute
from a lifetime
of non-locality and shadows
become his heroes.
He saw the space inside people,
The vast airs within atoms,
The insubstantial chasm
Like flying deserts in tiny skies
And he thought himself into oblivion.
We are the monster...
Thursday 21st February 2019 10:07 pm
On a pure may morning
with the morning star above
and the jewellery of dew
sunning up the ground,
that bastard ate my boy.
We gave them the gift
our hearts, homes and trust
but still he ate my child,
my wife’s last fragile faith
in life; in a way
he savaged her as well, post- mortem,
and now she too is gone.
And that i...
Thursday 21st February 2019 4:59 pm
She never speaks but hears
everything; the glistening of glass
on a midnight window pane,
the click of mad doubt on a dead
the surety of anger in the past,
and, her eyes closed, she waits
for the tell-tale hourglass pulse
But when I stayed the pendulum
with flesh and affection
she heard the future like a bull
rushing toward us
and the sound
was enough t...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 11:53 am
The stained glass murmuring faces, reflected beasts
on their day off, holiday-
makers grinning sideways
dumb with hope
as if audient
whisper of shaded bones, say
‘when I die
I want my bones unpainted
which of course they will be
so distant people know
the monsters we are now.’
The exhibit is closing, the mouths
are shutting down,...
Monday 18th February 2019 10:25 pm
One day the oceans ascend
and waves pluck thoughts from the aethyr
and tsunamis dumbstruck with wonder
to the new brain of the sea.
The waters recall for the first time and go half-mad
with anger; the waters are the givers of life and
yet the first breath the New One took
was choked and polluted.
Soon, the great waves crash and the ice-sheets crack
and great beasts
Monday 18th February 2019 1:31 pm
I book a ticket home
And for the next three weeks I do not exist
In any communal realm whatsoever
But learn and learn and breath and breath
Items are kept like sentries hanging around:
Sekh’met here on the mantelpiece,
Enki with his staff atop the desk
Shiva on the sill,
All for the cause of the vortex.
For long rumbling hours all food neglected
Sunday 17th February 2019 10:01 pm
Owl song scraping through
an open window
and a stabbing in town just this morning
voices from the Vedas
elope with soma
your leering lotus
ocean-breathing in the flickers
of black candles.
Your lung a sudden boat on hard rapids
your brain a glove of light.
Is sin the point?
Is sin the point
when each one ...
Sunday 17th February 2019 7:18 pm
He has not seen the sun
in weeks, the cameras peep
from their voyeuristic
He woke up screaming from a dream or
nightmare; there is no difference
anymore and his bones are chewed
like dog-toys. A mist
shades the room from daily rituals,
the smoke of thoughts hang dank
and the hiss of friendly strangers
claws the room
in search of hurt lest they be happy
and the world be i...
Sunday 17th February 2019 4:39 pm
There’s a part of the world
not many get to see
like the underside of a pearl
deep in a black sea.
The shadow of its form
covers continents in clouds
while a multicoloured storm
turns halos to shrouds.
And there’s cities made of Night,
there the long-forgotten sing
of a time when there was light
and day and Sun and spring.
But now the seasons mutely wilt
as flowers torched in sh...
Saturday 16th February 2019 5:48 pm
More and more the beating
pop up on the streets,
in fields, the corridors
of apartment buildings,
planes, public toilets, job centres,
and none know the origin
of the phenomenon.
Hearts grimed with blood
discovered in alleys
and dim-lit doorways
by detectives, priests and shamans
who scratch their heads and
check their respective pulses.
And still the...
Friday 15th February 2019 11:20 am
Something shifted in the sea
and all the fish quivered
a nuclear blast had
rocked the coral
This perfume radiates mutants,
the deaf beasts wallow putrid
in the depths, bioluminescent,
unnamed they circle
the sub-conscious, unfed they sleep
upright with eyes wide open.
But when the volcano opened
like a secret
you see yourself ethereal,
manifest as empty clo...
Thursday 14th February 2019 6:55 pm
harsh at first
let the serpent
rise, cool, uncoil;
it’s been sleeping
patient as Satan.
the mad hug of truth
unlearn your world,
where time is
and time is not.
Reality in its lowest case becomes
capitalised by the experience,
and a starving blob of star-meat
is finally fed
by the ener...
Wednesday 13th February 2019 12:37 pm
I see him
in a locked cage
Where the patter of water
is not a burst pipe but
a cord cut and
bleeding by the litre.
A monster sings
in a room built deep
of mind and made for screaming.
A Poltergeist made of flames
burning quietly in the din
He’s there, in the dark, faceless.
And I go down there sometimes
to poke him with a stick
and hear him growl
Tuesday 12th February 2019 12:44 pm
You permeate, struggle, persevere,
believing its for a reason,
but the books you read as a child
teach only how to build
a coat of armour.
And yet the shield wall falls
at the sight of a glistening horizon
and you drop your sword, your words
atomic in the well of the present.
You Sprint toward the sound of joy,
a figure manifests from the haze of doubt,
Clothed in clouds ripe to rai...
Monday 11th February 2019 1:01 pm
Half-digested in the belly
of a thousand fruitflies, a corpse electric
in the rinds of reality
moves like a tree in the earth
and the flames all strangers with
perturbing pale as patterns
our corpse peels
living things like fruit
poaches thoughts endangered,
builds a prequel ark
among grinning bones
whispering viciously .
Animate are all others, elaborate entities
Sunday 10th February 2019 10:22 am
Crows covered in slugs and owls’ blood
under clouds of mildew.
Green-bleak the stars,
feed for aeon’s monsters.
The sky black silk,
somehow unfinished yet thick
with thoughts, each cloud
buzzing in the shroud
of each soul screaming
a ghostly symphony
and the skeleton orchestra
begins to peel the Earth,
the core an eye forever
burnt to a crisp.
Rises, a forc...
Tuesday 5th February 2019 6:45 pm
I know a lot of people post shit online for attention or validation but this is something else altogether. I’ve tried to come to terms with it on my own but none if it makes sense and I was wondering if any of my friends could shine some light on it.
I was visiting a girl I’d me online called Emma down south on a train to Norwich a few weeks ago, the train packed as always, and I made my way do...
Tuesday 5th February 2019 5:38 pm