Two new free collections of my poetry up on Scribd for your discerning eyes. Enjoy.
A masterpiece.
The rhythmic, mechanical
swing of his stride
On across the landscape of blank
The sun beats down as a
countdown
On the fizz and the crack
Of destabilization, a
Desert ready to fall back
To non-land at any point.
As he walks in the compacted snow
Of her footsteps, he follows
An imagined vision
The faintest scent on the air
He follows her
Before the whole deal goes down
DB Fishman, 2011
In the middle of the field
On a countryside hillside
Like the tell-tale indication of
A subaquatic detonation /
A frozen, blossoming explosion
Casting its lengthy shadow /
An oasis of unbridled, warping distortion
Bleeding out of the linear order
The copse about the old tree
Worked around in the ploughed field
An insurmountable memorial to nature
When it was unassailable,
free.
DB Fishman, 2012
He strums & strums
On the rolling beat
Out on the library floor
Eyes grasping for
The bright light of the ceiling
Violin mewling &
The trumpet plays sunsets,
And hanging over them
On the wall behind, by
The scowling black & white
Reclining smirk of
R.D. Laing, in a
Vast ultramarine expanse
The invoice is levelled:
‘PLEASE PAY HERE’
DB Fishman, 2012
Placing palms to floorboards
Followed by forehead
The now-common screen trope trying
To understand a new preoccupation
Moments of peace and contemplation
Cut into the speed and confrontation
Placing palms to floorboards
Followed by the forehead
DB Fishman, 2012
I roll my knuckles in the heat
A shattered ridge horizon
Their levered hinges
Rising swooping
reaching punching
An arachnid in a bag
DB Fishman, 2012
In the sighing, shuffling
Restlessly resolved
Patience of the alternating
Queuing lines, a
Young girl, losing her
Temper turns to her
Little sister and
Says
I’m NOT your baby!
I’M NOT YOUR BABY!
I’m not anything.
DB Fishman, 2012
