New Poetry by Les Wicks

Formication Fridays

As someone

who was certain

in this gangrel

runaway beige

thanked them

realtors & lords

shot.

If money

can be sharp

then I’m lost.

Ants sweetheart

(dead abnormal).

So back to please

don’t pay

this wrapping

I know.

In strength

you are away

so I comprehend cold

& crash the tides.

Get away with silence,

defeat the mouth.

Shelter is a rough binary,

but it’s not worth it.

- Les Wicks 2014

Les Wicks is a widely published Sydney poet.