Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Shaking hands By Julian Thumm


“Are your hands shaking?" 

My brother asks 

They were...

  Dehydration

             I mutter

  Disordered malnutrition or

  Sun stroke

Whatever seems plausible

Is flung against the wall

In desperation

To slowly sluice 

with pathos down 

before our eyes


My glorified debauchery 

   (The gutter aesthete

   With admiration

   Exploring the fecund swill)

Has a grim slimy taint

Under this wholesome

Unforgiving glare





Julian is a fledgling poet from Melbourne, Australia. He studied literature and professional writing and now works as a corporate shill, selling his corrupted pen to the highest bidder. His poetry is an attempt to make sense of a lifetime of bad choices. 


 


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