Archive for August 27th, 2019

Tuesday, 27 August 2019

For by Joseph Carthey

Shoved into a morning with the cold sigh
of someone rusted by responsibility
and its constraints,

There could be no way to silence
the spirited cluster of a station
angrily juvenile in its disquiet.

Cirrus hangs like salmon on a line,
flooded across the city and
half-sleeping, a landscape false

With no comparison to our
shitty bed east from here,
where nothing feels like work.


Date: 2018

By: Joseph Carthey (1996- )