Many thanks to Reuben for publishing this in I Am Not A Silent Poet
Year: 2017
ontology
Source: ontology
Nothing (For Manchester)
is real.
My smile was a pink balloon
floated above me. I sang.
A big bang.
Blood on the balloon.
I find metal nuts and bolts.
I can’t sing. It isn’t real.
A Life Adrift
in uncut green glitter donned by chequered flat cap on black ant heads in shadow clock plastic skyscraper binding long days into century after century a vast bustled empire birth place embryo where money dramatised into kisses and betrayal and anguish among bright blades and discarded things.
Kept Promises | Paul Brookes
Source: Kept Promises | Paul Brookes
Post Factual Poem | Paul Brookes
Source: Post Factual Poem | Paul Brookes
Unpalatable Truths | Paul Brookes
Unpalatable Truths | Paul Brookes
Unmoored (From “A World Where” chapbook)
All must be unconnected, released. No contact with another person. Freedom is every person as a hermit, a recluse. Homes are not in gathered buildings, another person’s home should be out of sight, over the next hill. What need have you for phones, computers, TV and radio, letters and all other post? Aloneness is not loneliness. Contact only brings grief. Enjoy life. Cultivate your own veg, milk your own cows. Help is not needed. If it is, then you want problems and pain. Strength is in independence from it all.
The Wombwell Rainbow 