as i walked in the hot kiln sun
i saw two men sat beside a haiku pond
complete with emerald-pad lilies, swollen frog
and blossom that pinked and peaked as i approached
one man was made of screeching flesh
he dangled a fishing line into the cloudless water
he made my thick, warm blood harden
with swollen cock against my pork fat cheeks
he did not catch a thing but shame
the other man was made of fire and forge
he walked into the pond with bare chest gleaming
he painted his spit upon my cracked lips
and through steam the pale fish rose
pickling the surface with their stench
Stuart Buck is a poet and author living in north Wales. His debut collection of poetry, Casually Discussing the Infinite, peaked at 89 on Amazon’s World Poetry chart and his second book I Am Very Far will be released by Selcouth Station Press in 2019. When he is not writing or reading poetry, he likes to cook, juggle and listen to music. He suffers terribly from tsundoku – the art of buying copious amounts of books that he will never read.
