Issue 9 - Gold Dust magazine
Issue 9 - Gold Dust magazine
Issue 9 - Gold Dust magazine
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Poems [cont’d]<br />
THE SICK MAN<br />
Some nights there would be so much blood on the<br />
walls<br />
he could write his name<br />
with a fingertip.<br />
All the knocked out teeth he found in urinals<br />
he kept in a drawer in his bedroom,<br />
sometimes, on winter nights<br />
he could hear them chattering.<br />
The other people who worked at the club<br />
would never invite him to join them.<br />
While the management flirted with barmaids<br />
and the bouncers bought drinks for the dancers<br />
he would wipe the bathroom mirror<br />
until it gleamed.<br />
On his 30th birthday<br />
he drank his own bodyweight of tequila<br />
and was sick on the train.<br />
He caught it all in a plastic bag<br />
double knotted it<br />
and carried it all the way home<br />
in his pocket.<br />
THE SILVER SURFER<br />
If he's not doubled up in an asteroid's pocket<br />
- more molten trophy cabinet<br />
than man -<br />
he walks among us, his trenchcoat a thicket,<br />
looking ill, his eyes white stones.<br />
Stopping to read a newspaper,<br />
even though the headlines tie an anchor<br />
to his stomach and heart.<br />
Then something escapes<br />
the grassblade lips that could press coins<br />
and his board comes to him<br />
like a waterfall to its pool.<br />
He's upon it, and flying,<br />
faster than a ghost swift,<br />
fainter than a scarecrow in a blizzard.<br />
John Osbourne<br />
Jon Stone<br />
DISORDER<br />
The idea of food<br />
is eating away at you. Corbies<br />
undo the sky in a black line,<br />
voices like the quick unzipping<br />
of a baggy sheepskin.<br />
You dramatise<br />
being swallowed by lions, tigers, bears, a man<br />
with a bone through his nose who makes<br />
kebab skewers of your humeri.<br />
On a mattress of twigs and brambles<br />
bubbling with blackberries – and still<br />
nothing no-one nothing.<br />
Wait a little longer.<br />
A long way off lightning<br />
opens the sky's mouth.<br />
BEFORE THE DENTISTS<br />
James Al Midgley<br />
The car crash and the robbery are still to come<br />
as are the seven visits to the dentists<br />
in three weeks<br />
and the dead Dalmatian.<br />
They will happen in the new year.<br />
Today is the 28th October<br />
and with the carpets almost dry<br />
and the break up behind him<br />
Ashley has started sleeping better at night<br />
and doesn't get so annoyed<br />
during advert breaks<br />
and at the sound of people whistling.<br />
Last night he sat in the garden<br />
trying to find Saturn<br />
through his telescope<br />
and thought that life couldn't get any better.<br />
John Osbourne<br />
46 www.golddust<strong>magazine</strong>.co.uk - <strong>Issue</strong> 9 - Winter 2007