become something frail

here is the dirty man with the ruin between his legs
bleeding now, he is a palimpsest, a victory
we pull his teeth from his mouth, screaming, crying
laughing            it’s raining
and because we cannot shed our skin
you can only climax
with a gun pressed to your
temple and i…
i sweat brine under cold showers
you asked me once what my favourite place was
and i said wherever your shadow falls

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.

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