Tuesday, 5 November 2024

Three Poems by Stephen Philip Druce

 




PLANET TIYABA

Icicle shepherds sketch
cinema insects in
squabbling junk canyons
of besotted rinse,

kissing cars engulf
pepper thread roosters
in a podium of
slaughtered satin,

peeling potions grapple
cargo spasms in
a teasing ambush
of bogus melt, as

smirking timber hooves
click in a chronic 
adrenaline blemish,

piano key hostages
huddle like shrivelled 
outcasts in amplified
friction bushes -

in a sugar swindle strut,
dithering smoky details
slumber in forests
of haggard momentum.



PLANET XONARM

Maggot machetes slalom
in a derelict guillotine gravy,

kamikaze lunch lords
amputate garbage jackpots
in a jargon jazz of
signature snipers,

abducted oily grips align,
as perfume discs bombard
canary presidents in
an artful asylum of
barefoot bulletins,

fiasco drills of reptile
mascara feast on
candy subtitles, as

blindfolded buttons squeal
in a telepathic charcoal 
of lashing finesse.



PLANET DEBLINORD

Eavesdropping syringes jostle
in a scissored season of
gyrating telescope texture,

parachuting apostrophes 
pluck battleship pimples
in a cherry concussion
of weasel dynamite,

boogie battalions in
scowling carriages cackle
like turbulent tentacles
in a cameo of itchy hoaxes -

in chemical crutches,
soggy chauffeurs auction
automatic acorns in
cloth chapels, as

brittle anthems in alibi lace,
ransack altitude prams - like
trespassing propellers in
a bourbon bottle of
bohemian banter.


Stephen Philip Druce - Is a fifty eight year old poet from Shrewsbury in the UK. His poems are planet based. They describe the events that take place on the planets that exist in his imagination. His work has been published in the UK, India, Canada and the USA. He has written for London theatre plays and BBC Radio 4 Extra.


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