New Poetry by Les Wicks

Escalations

Baking the cake

called awake.

This life not much, but more than bread,

herd the shadows to the shed

for milking & the drench

(those delusions we too are not led).

So we invent, peer out of our trench

write some books, pretend there’ll be recompense.

The sun combs its shattered hair

once so ordered, such permanence

or this we thought seeing only there

that casual endorphin glare.

The ambition of table, of chair

another day to live, much as we dare.

                                                    Tried to believe in numbers

                                                     but they never added up.

- © Les Wicks 2023

Les Wicks has been published across 37 countries in 16 languages. His 15th book of poetry is Time Taken – New & Selected (Puncher & Wattmann, 2022). He can be found at leswicks.tripod.com/lw.htm