ditch,

the poetry that matters

DB Cox 

DB Cox can be found in the early-morning hours, bent over a Fender Strat, in roadhouses and juke joints throughout the south. He describes his playing style as “ look at life through drunken, godless eyes” To quiet his tortured soul, he writes. He has published three books of poetry. His first chapbook is entitled “Passing For Blue”, and is available from Rank Stranger Press. Two other chapbooks, “Lowdown” and “Ordinary Sorrows”, are available from Pudding House Publications. His latest full size collection called “Empty Frames” can be picked up on-line at Main Street Rag Publishing.

nightwatch

 

in the gentleman’s

john—defunct exxon

hiding

out-of-luck eyes

hard as roman nails

bony back

to the wall

dead man

laughing

at nothing at all

shaky tones

falling

into a full-blown

smoker’s hack

bell-cracked

saxophone

rattling ‘round

the unholy sanctuary

top floor of hell

holding cell that smells

like a dress rehearsal

for the cemetery

 

 

waiting—

 

in this corner room

windows closed

doors bolted

a shit-city statistic

nodding

into the half-light

as a worn needle

scrapes over

smoky songs

blown by

the cracked lips

of long dead gods—

drunken stereophonic

dreams mingling

with the smells

of rotting back alley

trash—gnawed at

by fat rats

& starving dogs

too spent to howl

into the un-obligated

electric dusk

of men & volts

 

waiting—

to confess

the crimes

that have left me here

ready to admit

how at each

crossroads

i chose this way

toward this place—

from light

to dark

note to note

line to space

all taken apart

scrutinized

screamed into

 

waiting—

for something

to come back

an answer

an explanation

anything

other than the empty

echo of my own

voice

dying away

against the walls

of this tomb

this

waiting

room

 

 

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