Monday, December 22, 2014

New Poetry by Les Wicks

Formication Fridays

As someone
who was certain
in this gangrel
runaway beige
thanked them
realtors & lords

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.

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