The Poems of David Garlick
Leave me alone! I do not need the pain of half healed wounds torn open. I do not need the sting of tears held captive behind dulled eyes. Where were you when I waited in vain, for one small message, card or painting made for me? Now in my ending days you wish […]
We promised. “We will remember you!” How quickly we forget. Their cries of anguish echo through time, cursing wars glorified by books, statues and poems. Cries that fall on deaf ears. Their deaths made meaningless, by greed, foolishness and revenge. Tell us, you who would wage war. Tell us, what fighting solves? Tell us […]
Black dust a cloud. Where is the rain? Dry dugouts crack. Where is the rain? The grass is gone. Where is the rain? Red rimmed the eyes. Where is the rain? Grit edges teeth. Where is the rain? Sand devils swirl. Where is the rain? No crops will grow. Where is the rain? The […]
A spotted snake of people writhed down Bourbon Street. The night was full of colour and the patter of their feet. It’s scales of hats and faces of “shades” reflecting light. It’s body pulsing wildly to the music of the night. We passed by sleazy curio shops. Photographs of “girlie shows.” We passed […]