Poetry

Green Shuttles, Stolen Glances

Bottles, walls, knees & heads

green shuttles, stolen glances

bottles smashed into walls where knees smashed into heads messages daubed in delible light – she shan’t be long there’s a queue for the ladies – I’ve never smiled for fear of losing face but as the glass cuts through my cheek as bone snaps like a leaf from that tree you liked the day we met the bass drones on, hones in, zones out it all fades out, leaves me hunched over our whole cursed miracle slides under a cubicle door and dies right there in cold light

First published on Literary Yard.

Daniel Clark is a reader, writer, linguist and poet.