Friday, December 16, 2011

Three poems by David McLean

just some hunger

they live just some hunger
with insatiable indifference,
not even real evil,

an absent man leaving a bar
brushing against a child
and touching her

with such a terrible
forgetfulness, love and cold conscience,
the faintest trace of death


gray skin

twilight is voracious gray skin
and esurient silence listening
to all the slender absences,

to these useless interstices
every body calls its “me”
i have fists and do not dream,

i have teeth and gray skin
to be. i have absences,
no trace of any need


stealing bones

you steal my bones from the graveyard
that is the flesh, here where a solitary god
sits being a self and a memory,

pieces of meat and dreams
instead of bread and butter,
love on this stained carpet

where corpses walked once.
you steal my bones from the flesh
to render down to dust and drugs,

a solitary god, meaty as any love

Author bio:

David McLean is Welsh but has lived in Sweden since 1987. Up to date details of well over 1200 poems in various publications, both print and online, over the last three years or so are at his blog at Mourning Abortion. There you will also find details of several currently available books and chapbooks - including three print full lengths, five print chapbooks, and a free electronic chapbook.

1 comment:

Joseph M. Gant said...

always a pleasure to read David's work. without knowing, he inspires so much.