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A NUMBING WIND
new poems 2016-2018

David Francis Jeffery


Copyright David Francis Jeffery 2018


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In continuation, I guess, with my experimentation in putting the least down on paper that I can possibly manage, comes this new book of poetry.


I have been re-reading a lot of my past published work and I found that I enjoyed my shorter poems a lot more than my longer ones. These poems are the result of that realisation. Most are no more than three lines, but not really like a Haiku.


I think most of these have more to say than a good three quarters of my books put together.


DFJ - 31/07/2018


A firm body displaces

Water

And no drowning

can empathise



Death

Wrap your glad hands

Around this smoking ruin

And let us all

Come inside


Steal away

while the motherland

Calls

for new

Recruits


Cinema exotique

The world premiere

Of a long play

by gaslight

In a new room

painted for awareness

With an audience

of one

Barely conscious

Of the importance

of her

smile


WORDS BEGUN IN JEST THAT END IN TRUTH


Summer again

Rain

Again



Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!



SCREEN


Blue skies in the morning

Makes no difference

Still can’t get clean



WHEN YOU’RE RIGHT, YOU’RE RIGHT


Hair left behind

In the brush


It isn’t mine



GOOD CHEEKBONES


This is about love

I think


I can’t remember



A CONFIRMATION OF REALITY


I may be no genius

But

I know one thing


I’m no genius



PUNCH A TROLL FOR CHRISTMAS


Well

I’m not feeding them

Am I?



DEAR DIARY


I am in

The kitchen


My wife is reading

To our daughter

In the bedroom


We are both sneezing



SIDEKICK BLUES


Clean the bathtub

It’s always

Clean the fucking bathtub


Why can’t I be in charge

Of the axe

Once in a while?



ASK


Instil in me

The feeling of

Desire


For anything

Really

I’m not fussy



WEATHER


Shoot sky, blank sky

Wet sky, dank sky

Night sky, bled sky

Shoot sky, dead sky



FORUM FOR A NEW DISCUSSION


Art

For the artists

What price creativity?



PRE-EXISTING CONDITION


I don’t know if I can

Listen anymore

To these overheard voices



SURVEY


I’m not diverse

But I am inclusive



What?



SOMETHING TO HOLD ONTO


There’s nothing

Lost

That can’t be

Found

With a little

Extra



ON A TUESDAY NIGHT


The sky is full of bats

They race overhead

As the dark comes in

It’s their time

Their time


They make no sound

They come in waves

In their time

Their time



TUNNEL OF LOVE


Carve me up

The world won’t wake

Destiny is a sound off

‘Till the last retraction


Even a mother

Could love this



STALIN AND SYNCOPE


Amazing single-handed tragic


Where does the future come in?



CHEQUERED CAREER


Priorities

Can sharply melt off

The rough edges associated

With pure thought

But nothing

Can persuade the past lies

Of their past lies



TRANQUILITY


Plug into the socket

The colour wave burns

In season and desperate

No man can put asunder



ANGER


Walking the halls

Walking the fields

Walking the plank


What’s the difference?



NOT IN BERLIN


Tyres screech

Truck horn

Animosity

Resentment


We’re not in Berlin now



THE FIELDS WERE GREEN LAST WINTER


I’m coming home

Put the kettle on

Change the sheets

I’m coming home

See you soon

SOUP OF THE DAY


It’s the world
That’s really happened


Not me

STARING AT MY REFLECTION


I don’t know what
I’ve been given
But I know
It’s not this

SYLVIA PLATH MONSTROSITY


Leave the Picasso dust
In the corner
Leningrad can’t tame you now
Sweet Jesus let me trust again
Something like before


You toss off at midnight
What takes others years
How can that be?
You won’t say
You can’t say

Leave Vienna for the romance
It destroyed
Robert Hughes was right
Except when he was wrong
And he was wrong a lot


Terrified of looking further inward
You tear a page from the book
And wipe your arse
With this plague monstrosity


Leave the Picasso dust
Leave it
As art makes fools of us both
Leave it
As creativity fans into hatred
Leave it
As force-fed genius becomes
The new directive


Leave it
Just leave it

The pillow
Has golden eyes


It’s a little
Unsettling

Drag your feet
How dramatic
No wonder
The lower classes
Envy you

Angels with trumpets
I can make them spin
Just with my breath


Perfect weight

Seriously
What time is it?
The world can’t end yet
I haven’t shaved

Chin strap
Keep your hat on
Sun in the morning
Warmth at night
Undo the chin strap
Pass the hat around
Not too much
Just enough
Just enough to see in
The new day

The spider crawls my table
I don’t kill it
Good for me
Good for him

I can only play
Trans Europe Express
On a cloudy day


It doesn’t work in sun

He’s nearly naked
But not like that

SKYMOONCLOUDSUN


Sky

Moon

Cloud

Sun


How IS that?

BLACK LUNG


Now the machine has stopped
I suppose
I need to put the washing
On the line


And you think you suffer

LIKE TRUCKS DRIVING PAST IN AUTUMN


Low ride
Deaf call
Sun blind
No one’s a winner

ECLIPSE VALE


Too soon for some
Not soon enough
For me

COME SEE THE BACK OF MY PLAZA


Binoculars at the ready


Steady on, there’s no rush

G. K. CHESTERTON MARCHES IN TIME TO THE BACK OF MY HAND


I went to a reading
Nothing was said
Everyone was happy
I must have missed it

BIRDS OF A FEATHER?


She walks in with a frown


She always walks in with a frown

YOU SAID IT


My pen lies on its side
As a wounded animal
Begging for release


Now THAT’S poetry!

IT MIGHT BE NEARLY TIME TO SAIL THE SHIP


In times of war
The next best thing
Is peace

OUTPATIENT/INPATIENT - WHO CARES?


Using the pretext
Of memory
As an escape

Other books by David Francis Jeffery on Smashwords include:


BORE

No truth to the rumour

50 Haiku

The Unfulfilled

HA/VE

The Anti-book

Reporting from the Bombsite

Another 50 Haiku

The Host

The Cardboard Writings

Refugees

Falling Houses on a Tightrope Journey

The light beside the reading chair is weeping

New Plays

Letters to the Sunday Age

Minor Diversions

You’re going to laugh at this
The 12th of April


All these ebooks are available on the Smashwords website.


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