—for Matt T. (September 30th, 1981 – November 13th, 2010) here is where we cry the night’s soulless cold here is the solitary light moving across the sky from one dark space to another here is the wanderer confused by the journey searching for his way home here is the body too fragile for this [...]
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place of rest by DB Cox
Posted in DB Cox, tagged poetry on November 28, 2010 | 8 Comments »
an american play (in three scenes) by DB Cox
Posted in DB Cox, tagged poetry on June 16, 2010 | 6 Comments »
Scene 1. friday-night party— cisco rediscovers old rage from old places & cuts down his brother with a cheap lock-blade he bought from a display case at the “qwik-mart” nothing could stop the startled kid from bleeding out right there on the dance floor under the twisted crepe paper & red balloons Scene 2. thirty [...]
spaces by DB Cox
Posted in DB Cox, tagged poetry on May 12, 2010 | 3 Comments »
you traded your cabaret card for some pusher’s idea of paradise & now you’re standing outside a club on 52nd street the rain beating a philly-joe solo on the brim of your fedora can’t even get your foot in the door of the jazz joint they named for you bird the man who could glide [...]
his heart knows the way by DB Cox
Posted in DB Cox, tagged poetry on March 7, 2010 | 5 Comments »
— for R.L. Burnside (Bluesman 1926-2005) standing in front of a soundless band dressed in a blinding-white suit a delta angel’s guitar speaks— a timeless language no longer spoken by common man— an indigo solo in free-time unencumbered by meter— an uncluttered country road to a secret destination the congregation moves in sync with the [...]
home by christmas by DB COX
Posted in DB Cox, tagged Christmas, DB Cox, poetry on December 23, 2009 | 3 Comments »
hey you— writer of shadow work & simple rhymes living in a shabby motel on a blue highway chain smoking stroking stitch marks in old wrist scars— has solitaire turned your character to stone are your sanity markers scattered like vandalized headstones in an abandoned cemetery are you down to scribbling mama—love—god on restroom walls [...]
psychedelic redneck by DB Cox
Posted in DB Cox on September 28, 2009 | 11 Comments »
aging without grace wearing his hat pulled low over one eye splitting the world in half maintaining his spot on the statistical fringe fiddle-fucking with the envelope of the psychiatric bell curve pondering his lost investment in paradise old lies falling away with every day that passes caught between walls of sameness a whiskey wilderness [...]
puzzle box by DB Cox
Posted in DB Cox, tagged poetry on August 17, 2009 | 4 Comments »
again it might be night & it is drunk here in this room too small to contain my loneliness mind gray & vacant searching the solitude for clues that might unlock this chinese fucking puzzle box slow movement forward through another day nothing left to say that doesn’t sound like nonsense quiet anguish as my [...]
elegy for a pop king by DB Cox
Posted in DB Cox on July 5, 2009 | 8 Comments »
where am i where have i gone covered over with fifty years of accumulated stone hidden beneath a hundred shifting faces which were no more than aliases for every lost hour spent like pocket change wandering a forever neverland like a prisoner on the yard no way out— no destination— constantly glancing back to be [...]
