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
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.

No comments: