Issue 9 - Gold Dust magazine

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Poems [cont’d] THE SICK MAN Some nights there would be so much blood on the walls he could write his name with a fingertip. All the knocked out teeth he found in urinals he kept in a drawer in his bedroom, sometimes, on winter nights he could hear them chattering. The other people who worked at the club would never invite him to join them. While the management flirted with barmaids and the bouncers bought drinks for the dancers he would wipe the bathroom mirror until it gleamed. On his 30th birthday he drank his own bodyweight of tequila and was sick on the train. He caught it all in a plastic bag double knotted it and carried it all the way home in his pocket. THE SILVER SURFER If he's not doubled up in an asteroid's pocket - more molten trophy cabinet than man - he walks among us, his trenchcoat a thicket, looking ill, his eyes white stones. Stopping to read a newspaper, even though the headlines tie an anchor to his stomach and heart. Then something escapes the grassblade lips that could press coins and his board comes to him like a waterfall to its pool. He's upon it, and flying, faster than a ghost swift, fainter than a scarecrow in a blizzard. John Osbourne Jon Stone DISORDER The idea of food is eating away at you. Corbies undo the sky in a black line, voices like the quick unzipping of a baggy sheepskin. You dramatise being swallowed by lions, tigers, bears, a man with a bone through his nose who makes kebab skewers of your humeri. On a mattress of twigs and brambles bubbling with blackberries – and still nothing no-one nothing. Wait a little longer. A long way off lightning opens the sky's mouth. BEFORE THE DENTISTS James Al Midgley The car crash and the robbery are still to come as are the seven visits to the dentists in three weeks and the dead Dalmatian. They will happen in the new year. Today is the 28th October and with the carpets almost dry and the break up behind him Ashley has started sleeping better at night and doesn't get so annoyed during advert breaks and at the sound of people whistling. Last night he sat in the garden trying to find Saturn through his telescope and thought that life couldn't get any better. John Osbourne 46 www.golddustmagazine.co.uk - Issue 9 - Winter 2007
£10 STAR POEM CONTEST POETRY COMPETITION www.golddustmagazine.co.uk - Issue 9 - Winter 2007 Poems [cont’d] Our star poem for this issue is by Jon Stone. His poem, Nightcrawler, was unanimously voted the winner by the Gold Dust team from a strong set of entries. NIGHTCRAWLER Poised as on a spire, a pistol levelled square at midnight Swallow-blue, tail like calligraphy Still; the dark's stray eyelash Then, as a bulb unexpectedly blows, from this to moving Not leap after leap but leap heaped on leap leap squared, cubed, leap to the power of leap then *bamf!* He teleports. Smoke blossom. Jon Stone 47
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