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.