Poetry by Colin Dardis

Infinite Infants


The music is on: the start of your paradise weekend,
turned up to hurricane levels to blow through dusty minds,
cobwebs of the working week.

You believe in a heaven behind drugs, a realism
away from nine to five cubicles, with death waiting
each morning on top of steel countertops.

Reincarnation comes in pill form for the kids:
the up-tempo distraction ate like rats on placebos,
yielding to crazed coma/soma states,

scooping up the heavy beats with both hands,
laughing at those broken flies who do not know
how to turn on their wings,

sucking at hearts with spider teeth and eyes
unknotting the tangles in their kidult webs
until the speakers blow.

No one admits to being casualties of the club scene,
breaking up the dance, each disposable mind chaperoned
by what you cannot run from.

Gather those ugly druggies crucified on the dance floor
in the name of amusement. Heaven has become clouded,
weeping for all the infant fallen

so quick to mature
and yet so premature
in dying.




Lost to the Night


I am Sid Vicious in the Hotel Chelsea
swimming in a drug of sweet winter;
tasting like oblivion
as I wait, lost to the night.

The night of black bra and panties
with lunar white resting on her belly,
the seas of the moon filling
with junkie blood, and stainless tears.

Her skin appears to have found peace,
while I want to spin her round my earth,
roll her love right through my sky.

The orbit is over. We die.




Ouroboros Borough


sing into the chaos
all the mute thoughts
of drug-riddled pimps

gameshow minds
looking for the biggest prizes
search under the rocks of fools

drown the milk
but ignore the milk stool
while laughing at the sky

you whore yourself
only onto your own desires
masturbation is an ultimate goal

post pictures
of empty self-fulfilment
rub in this achievement

align the eyebrows correctly
and stare into
your nicotine coffin

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Bio: Colin Dardis is a poet, editor and arts coordinator from Northern Ireland. His work has been published widely throughout Ireland, the UK and the USA. Colin’s personal history of depression and mental illness is an ongoing influence on his work. One of Eyewear Publishing's Best New British and Irish Poets 2016, a collection with Eyewear, the x of y, is forthcoming later this year. www.colindardispoet.co.uk 
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