A Few Unfinished Verses

Out of Season

Tell them you came and saw and looked
    into my eyes and saw the shadow

      of the moon receding.

Thoughts in time and out of season,
    the hitchhiker stood by the side of the road
    and leveled his thumb in the

    cold calculus of reason.

By Your Eyes

I am troubled, immeasurably

by your eyes.

I am struck by the feather

of your soft reply.

The sound of glass
speaks quick, disdain
and conceals
what your eyes fight

to explain.

Foxfire Shadows

    I tell you that I love you
in the foxfire shadows of the moon.
    Your smile pulls me close,

my very soul you strive to consume.

    Your silence cuts me
like the surgeons prayer-sharp knife.
    Your eyes, their grief,

makes me want to give away my life.

I ask you darling, what can be so wrong?
You sing to me that ancient inane song.
I am lost on a sea of your sweet replies

Nothing’s the matter. That is the quickest lie.


© 2010 Robert Carraher All rights reserved

About DirtyLowdown
I was born in Pomona, California at a very young age. I had a pretty normal childhood…or I was a pretty normal child hood if mom is telling the story. I was a paperboy who always porched , usually on the subscribers porch. I washed cars and bussed tables which left me with a life time affliction of chapped lips. I was a soda fountain jock-jerk and a manic mechanic but my first real job was as a labor organizer in a maternity ward. Then, because of the misjudgment of a judge I spent nearly 10 years in the service of our country mostly on KP duty. Our country sure turns out a lot of dirty dishes. I am a past master at pots and pans. They eventually recognized my real talent and let me wander around some very unfriendly places carrying a big radio that didn’t work. Along the way I took up the bass guitar, jotting down stories, electronic engineering and earned a degree in advanced criminal activities. I spent most of my adult life, if you can call it that, working in the I.T. industry, which I was particularly suited for since we worked in rooms with no windows. On and off I taught in colleges, universities and reform schools as a student teacher… I like smog, traffic, kinky people, car trouble, noisy neighbors, and crowded seedy bars where I have been known to quote Raymond Chandler as pickup lines. I have always been a voracious reader, everything from the classics, to popular fiction, history to science but I have a special place in my heart for crime fiction, especially hard-boiled detective fiction and noir. I write a book and music review blog for all genres at The Dirty Lowdown and another dedicated to Crime Fiction and all things Noir called Crimeways. It’s named after the magazine that appeared in the Kenneth Fearing classic, The Big Clock. There I write scholarly reviews of the classic hard boiled, noir and crime fiction books from the 20's through today. Mostly I drool over the salacious pictures on the covers. I also write for Technorati/BlogCritics where I am part of a sinister cabal of superior writers.

One Response to A Few Unfinished Verses

  1. Steve says:

    Are you sure they are all unfinished?

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