Three takes – saying something

He didn’t have a prayer
his words don’t count for much
face down in a puddle
mud clinging to his clothes
heel stamped hard down on his neck
hands finding next to nothing
blade slips past his spine
heart cries no reply


No rain no oceans
no arteries conceived
sand stormed still born
genetic traits deceived
God’s eye son’s sight
fake news she’s seen
Earth angel walking
set free believed


Well, its done now
X-marked life forms
for what, futile profits
poor excuse, tight hands wringing
smoke alarm, close all windows

Throwback Friday – They – Eric Daniel Clarke (EDC Writing)

Looking back through poems, found this one, can’t figure why it didn’t make its way into ‘Shorts -a take on poetry’ – I guess I had a reason, can’t think why, next book a possibility, it reads as me…

Go Dog Go Café

They talked easy
nothing and something
spilled secrets
showed off their minds

They walked mostly
eating cheap places
drank wine
held hands a while

They kissed briefly
station rushed goodbyes
waved smiling
till their last time

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Three Takes – A Strange Man

I caught myself talking
to a man I didn’t know.
He didn’t answer, as if
I wasn’t there. Yet he
asked questions I ask
myself. Strange man
I hear him now and then.


What’s with the conscience
hanging out online. What’s
that you say, you don’t lie.
You said you touched her
yet you’re here, she’s there.
What the, hey, you’re smiling
damn, you did, she told you.


He didn’t follow, just hung
around a while. All it took
its gone now. He thought
he’d lost her, that’s why she
walked away, his loss that
someone still unknown. He
cried, a strange man alone.