JEREMY DIXON

Poems by Jeremy Dixon ©

carolina reaper

Carolina Reaper- known as the hottest chilli pepper in the world.

Once I was a morbid man

who stared out through the glass

And bleakly eyed the sun and rain

And watched the people pass

And when called out to shop or work

With slack and surly face

I dully made my leaden way

At slack and surly pace

But now I cannot see at all

My head is in a spin

My tearful burning eyes clamped shut

To hold the pain within



I dance around the kitchen

and around the living room

It is Carolina Reaper who has

Brought me to this doom.



Oh Carolina Reaper

You know my love is true

I’m very careful what I touch

When I’ve been touching you.



But I woke up this morning

With a craving for your spice

So I handled you, then touched my eyes

Now I need some fucking ice!



Oh Carolina Reaper

with your crinkly fruit and red

You know you nearly stop my heart

So of course you turn my head.



You turn my treacle blood to flame

My heavy flesh to light

So I still crave your fire

That burns so in my sight.



song for two women



Sunlight moonlight

Who would choose.

Bright blue, night blue

Still the blues

Gunna dig a tunnel to the earth’s hot core,

Not gunna fret about the sky no more



Gold won’t fade and silver heals-

What no-one wants, no-one steals.

Gunna line my tunnel with good grey stone,

Gunna live in the earth’s warm heart alone



Sun for eagles and Moon for owls,

Sun bird, Moon bird

they’re still just fowls.

I can dig if I can’t fly,

Gunna forget the sharp-clawed sky.

the wild hunt

Mr Woden walks fast down the street

There’s a dying man he’s gotta meet.

To the sirens wailing close behind

Mr Woden pays no never mind.



In the gutter he finds his mark.

And a life snuffs out in the bitter dark.

Mr Woden says, “Don’t fret my friend,

You were always gunna lose in the end.”



Mr Woden sold his own right eye

For the power to see when brave ones die.

He felt the loss yet thought it wise

To pay that price to win that prize.

prayer to shiva

I was born in blood and shit

As I expect to die.

I shrug at fate I can’t outwit

But Shiva hear my cry:



Lord Scar-throat who drank venom of the snake

To save the world you made and will unmake

Lord Outcast friend of demon ghost and ghoul

Lord Dancer Lord Lover, Lord Shiva make me a fool.



In web of thought I’m swaddled tight

Trussed for the spider bite

Free me in your sovereign misrule

Lord Shiva make me a fool.

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