Hi all, one of my latest poems if you fancy a read. None of the poems have titles lately. They're part of a collection called exits/origins. I only have two rules; 1) start with something random (i.e.: something overheard, a repeated phrase in my mind, a page in a book, something heard when flicking TV channels etc etc) and 2) don't have a closed ending. I seem to have a tendency to close poems so I've been trying to force myself not to.
“The sky is turning itself
in side, out,” you said
and the cars were barriers to our escape.
The sky flapped like a (bird) caught in
my mouth tasted like blood
as I looked up to check: turning/ plastic bodies rolling over.
EYE IMAGINE the what are, what are you looking
at stranglers? Please hold my hand.
“It scares me,” you said, flipping an eye shut/ drive towards
Ex- but don’t, please don’t, let the tyres scream
Won’t jump out/hold on
Won’t jump on/hold out
Want to wake up in the darkness and know you’re a life, or is it beating, beating fortune?