Jude Dillon

Whiskey bright betrayer – killer of time
fizzled into candles and light bulbs
I left you, hugged and smiled and done with
mountains closer than your faraway looks
an orchard of crooked limbs
I won’t even cry in your sleep anymore
carefully I slip into dying
 
rise up black foam to the top of the white city
hold the belly in before
the dusty light has closed the door on me
reached deep into the shadows
with the rasp of logic
 
quibbles with your voice
grown tragic with flaws
spread the compliments a little thin
 
lab rats await your experiments
ready and waiting
with coffee warm in your hands
Nightmare makes her rounds
the folded legs of gorgeous scissors
a hollow lantern dull with smoke.

 You appear to have regained my senses
the shiny side of depression
you are someone close to stay apart from
catching onto real
 
I listen now for all your looks
holding up the sky and locking in the trees
it’s early for pouring out the wind
a girl deaf with the touch of men
the currency of darlings with counterfeit faces
colours change clothes with circles and squares
walk ahead of me, streets that shape the light
hum with the voice someone left for you
the lie built around your family
 
where have all the colours gone in the box of dark?
boxes that open at both ends of the bottle
I backed in with taunts of love
into the chattering mind
lights chiseling into bits of view
tightening the sky for another run at the sun
 
a smile comes eager to share
understands the look
undresses a drink
the shallow end of every conversation
talks you out of the room.
 

Jude Dillon © 2010

I’m ready for someone spoiled on lust and looks

her mind clangs with coins and keys
Who goes between a coffee and the cigarette
damping down light with snowflakes and fog
a soot drifted look
 
what the whiskey did, what the music wore, where the mountains hid, why the rain delayed
a riddle unlatched by the power of staying away
 
the scrape of your words sit in my attic
piss against a shy mountain
hug close in the brittle scratch of your hair
with a grip on your lip
 
a moment comes between us with intense light
an ocean stretches out with your hands
a river takes a whisper to shout up a canyon
a gift that shimmers
 
Light runs out of your mouth
what rain shines up for the wind
the crumble of strawberry houses
will not remember if you hold them
 
the grip of polyester on wooly minds
the lace of generous trees
the bulge of grey mist
Love is a jinx
knuckled under to the boot of the Earth
I thought I saw us far away and shiny
your figure slips from my fingers
puts down my guitar and remembers.
 

Jude Dillon © 2010