Wednesday, May 4, 2016

David McLean- Three Poems

David McLean is from Wales but has lived in Sweden since 1987. He lives there with his dogs Oscar, Costa, & Wendy. In addition to various chapbooks, McLean is the author of seven full-length poetry collections. The last four of thse are from Oneiros Books and called NOBODY WANTS TO GO TO HEAVEN BUT EVERYBODY WANTS TO DIE (June, 2013), THINGS THE DEAD SAY (Feb, 2014), OF DESIRE AND THE LESION THAT IS THE EGO (May, 2014) & ZARA & THE GHOST OF GERTRUDE (Oct, 2014). Two novels HENRIETTA REMEMBERS (2015)and FLESH & RESURRECTION (2015) are also at Oneiros Book. More information about McLean can be found at his blogs & His latest chapbook is from Black Editions Press:

obviously a gun

night comes obviously a gun

priests & suicide
because night is a hammer

a knife: here there is torment
& time

here weather

here is weather irrevocable,
fish burning & sweating
the dead;

they carry her forever
past the silent abandon
a ship with torn sails, maybe,

like the flesh shreds from skin
razor-light its tiny

the mad woman is waiting
beneath the balcony
& all the corpses are carpenters

or absences. the weather
gray the slow sensual
& being blind assumes

the normal human
function distorted//
a poem is words


the world is policemen

the world is policemen indefatigable
walking their heavy sorrow from door to door
chasing rainbows;

over the snow is the truculent sky transfinite
night – the cold is a straight arrow
to waken me somnolent

orgasm. torture is answers
so the woman has  a patch over one eye
& angry knives. she is talking television

a broken homeless. their gods
are all in invisible boxes. no smoke
but mist over snow is heaven & home

1 comment:

  1. Glad I found these, David. Shiver me timbers!