Details |
William Dalton Poem
My Neighbors Untimely Demise
Upon a late and dismal night, I sat to drinking, full of spite, my glass by me was drained, the jack and coke now pre ordained by me to empty whilst it poured outside, that frigid autumn sky.
A problem, seemingly absurd yet twas the way in which I’d heard and not the just of it that burned itself into my angry brain. A simple string of little words but strung together so absurd-ly as to challenge my refrain,
Twas not the intention nor the prose, but more the delivery of the note, the way in which the note had got me.
Not by post or word from tongue but tied to brick through window flung, sent shattered glass around my flat, bounced off my boot and spooked the cat.
As I recovered my shock and plucked the note and weighty block. My eyes did fairly smolder a look of death I’m certain took over, as the words I did take in, did turn red, my facial skin.
For you see this note with bricked weight was not for my eyes to partake but the gal next doors unlucky mate.
The married man had spurned a lover, and spurned, she retorted but hit her brother.
Copyright © William Dalton | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
William Dalton Poem
Blue Collar Animus
It’s happened, you’re here
The back alley, oh dear
You’re worried, you fear
I’ve caught you, pains near
You thought you could master my will?
You lack of backbone makes me ill!
No words now, just malice
My eye’s show, no solace
My punches, your lessons
You bruise at, my discretion
Perhaps now you’ll utilize tact
And think before verbal attacks
As you lie on the floor
In your own piss and gore
Satisfaction is mine
That’s a fact.
Copyright © William Dalton | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
William Dalton Poem
-On my way to Higher Learning-
On my way to higher learning
Thirst for knowledge hotly burning
holes into my soul left yearning.
Dazed once more by heedless turning,
causing me to dodge by swerving.
This time though I stopped, and cursing,
approached the latest jerk, unnerving
this moron with knuckles turning
car door glass into a churning
mass of tiny razors flying
bloody shards of chaos slicing,
As I grabbed his face, and smiling,
slammed my points on proper driving
His retort made null and voided
my closing statement not avoided
Knuckles sent to redefine
this moron’s use of his own mind
Repeatedly I made it known
by bruising flesh and cracking bone
Until my point was driven home.
I did then leave this fool alone
to contemplate his use of phone.
Reclaimed my bike and motored on.
Mind and body back on task.
Once more on my way to class.
Copyright © William Dalton | Year Posted 2016
|