“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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