Monday 5 February 2024

ANGER LIKE A CHEAP MATCHSTICK




the poet was furious
with the publisher
over a missing full stop *

oh to own such fury
such certainty & fight
to release like hounds
 
well my anger eats itself
like the sulphur & filler
in a cheap matchstick head

a blink of flare
then a push of smoke
& moisture on the run

like the frustration tears
of a lost little boy







 * the poem was a single full stop
   at the bottom of an empty page
   by Vsevolod Nekrasov


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