Tag Archives: Gerry Mark Norton

up

there are ceilings headbutt them you ingrate do you see now? a sigh like a canyon we need to get this sorted biff!s ‘n’ thwack!s in multitude nothing goat’s milk curdled to elastic a frozen seahorse crick static unyielding field … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Tucked

DNA treated like surreptitious diluvium; sweeping a dirty rug; veins plucked from a flesh-pink fruit. Pulled away from ourselves – dimmed, dulled, too translucent. Nausea full-fills the goblet, lips unwet. Drifting ghoulishly, cheeks blushed by each repulse. Adrenaline into the … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment