Manchester Man

MANCHESTER MAN

Your chiseled good looks

Inspiring books of poetry,

Words symbolically clashing

Packed with passion,

Meteorically rising

Then falling on wet bank holidays.

Image of a god, A god of imagery

Swallowing words in rising tides.

No one hides from your critical eyes

Flowers fade in your presence,

Time wears your essence.

Absent minds will find the answers,

Cutting through your soulful words

As your genius escapes

On the wings of dying birds.

© D.Hinson ~ Oct 08

embryonic dress

I feel such a mess

in my embryonic dress

it's not ready for you to see

maybe it never will be.

Its got holes in the wrong places

got big bulges and lots of spaces

its got insides on the outside

and got a really massive backside.

The proportions are all wrong

and its plain for all to see

that I’m so embryonic

and this dress is oh so me.

© D.Hinson ~ Jan 08

greetings from moon city

Greetings from the city where I have lived
for many moons. I have tried to escape
but I think the water is so full of heavy metals
that I think I have been magnetized back here.
The stench of the sewers hits me as I hit the road.
The sky is threatening to rain, yet again.
The acid rain erodes my purity
of mind as I dream of the temple
by the shore with the golden buddha
welcoming my dark soul with open arms.
The mountains call me but I put on my headphones
and ignore them for now while the lakes
fill with impurities. Mama Nature is a junky
whether she likes it or not but I will still worship
at her altar until death do us part.

The estuary is my temporary sanctuary
I need to go down to the sea but needles
washed up on the shore remind me
that the waters are as polluted
as some of the people who live here.
Yeah, I believe in chemical warfare
a war on chemicals.
So I head towards the rising sun
to be part of the problem or part of the solution
The struggle continues to preserve the planet
without too many preservatives.

D.Hinson