Homeless

I am a thing / not a thing

elevated to the status

of object / product

a float between what

you’ve seen / thought you saw

.           / ignored

 

the error of our ways

is the tragedy of our days

how long until O becomes Q

until the realisation gains a tail

& the question of de-evolution

is reconsidered by apes

on a production line

 

look, squatted in a shopfront

under discoloured blankets

the disgrace of our lives

thrown from the line

I am a thing / not a thing

 


Published in Page Seventeen, Issue 12, November 2015

Published in The Frequency of God, Close-Up Books, December 2017

 

She fell

.     She fell

like a therm-

ometer

in winter

 

.     the weight

of the fight

too much to

stand under

 

.     i watched

her smile flat-

line and it

was over

 

.     the white sheets lay still

 


Published in Page Seventeen, Issue 8, November 2010