Friday, July 13, 2018

BLACK ARROW. by Steven Storrie


Atomised
House
Sold
The world expanding
means we’re getting lonelier
Childhood is the happiest time in life
Because the world is smaller then
Everything in check
Now there is this sprawling ugliness
A mess of guts and veins
Ring the bell
Once
Twice
We want to get off the ride
The next stop is ours, someone yells
As someone always does

Judge Y’rself
It was said that Dionysus would come
When the world got hard
Too hard
And was, they said, ‘antithetical to ones flourishing’
Well, where is he now?
Surely, it’s about that time
How long must one labour
In this frostbite
Toil in this darkness without end?
There is no flourishing here
No flowers in bloom

The only true judgement
The only judgement that really matters
Is the one that comes from within
Everything else is just noise and conjecture
There’s enough of that going around
Already.



Steven Storrie is the author of four poetry collections, including 'Yours Sincerely, Axl Rose', published through Weasel Press, and a short story collection, '4pm In Los Angeles', published by DevilHouse Press. A novella, 'Drinking With Ulysses S Grant', will be published later this year, along with another new collection of short stories.
Also a novella Northern Sunset . His work is available on Amazon and all the other, usual dark corners of the globe.

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