It’s like a band

And arctic monopolies.
I don’t feel that nervous.
I’m having funeral.
He’s gobbled up the showman and
melted into a quantity.
What the “helping” was he, thorn?
He planned to build it like a plantain.
A forger. A billet. A gully.

Colin Herd was born in Stirling in 1985 and now lives in Edinburgh. He is a poet, fiction writer and critic. His first collection of poems too ok was published by BlazeVOX in 2011. A pamphlet, like, was published by The Knives Forks and Spoons Press in 2011 and a second full-length collection is forthcoming from The Knives Forks and Spoons Press. He has published over 60 reviews and articles on art and literature in publications including Aesthetica, 3:AM Magazine, PN Review and The Independent. He has read and performed his work widely, including at Rich Mix Arts Centre, The Fruitmarket Gallery, Gay’s the Word Bookshop, Edinburgh University, Lancaster University and the Edinburgh International Book Festival.

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