by Sascha A Akhtar
“I have a tiger in my arteries”
“In my vena cava”
“S/he manoeuvres softly, so as not to kill me”
“there it is”
” ‘…& self-preservation rules the day no more..’ ”
As. we. move. towards. no. end.
” ‘…strength and beauty destined to decay…’ ”
little nature, guises off
I got a message from, snowdrops
Then someone else said, snowdrops
Two slow, lumbering animals
Facing each other
In the sky
One steps forward
‘S so gentle some days
when your vibe starts jamming’ wth
your vibe starts jammin’ wth
your vibe starts jammin’ wid
starts jammin’ wid your face
starts jamming wid your face!
your face !
Today snowdrops tomorrow snowdrops
today snowdropstoday tomorrow
snowdrops todaysnowdrops today your
today snowdrops tomorrow your face.
I’ll secure my account later, bitch!
your payment has been declined!
Found Poem: “Ghost In The Machine”
“Randomly generated sequence of words by internet bots”
The incident feverpitch at the Molly Mansor and flowed of elsewise
the border in arriving left corn to oaks deepest in the inevitable
floor and ceil to breakin The slim of the apparatus bell
margin out into the espoused The guard notes
the holy chant elders with the storm like
with Patan At least the wraith of subterranean lay
conquer. The bottom paused in its course
to do nests to God. switcher however
aautomatically clap of tender smote the sky
off with a a ramtop dissonance Demons limited
to matrix Snow came marrying with
ceremony and interspersed midst of a wasted had suddenly
reactor mad in the if a High Priest bending but resolute
Grandfather Amprose sized a curve In palankin
if for battle the brethren wardroom packing with gleaming
earns and trembling category the militant army of God
swept up nailer of the plague stairs mumbling
the ritual of the pain Infected posteriori by the fluid hysteria
navigate angels Aubrey lizardfish of the polonez
compost at northwood by Messner The imbed chime
correspond to motion as beeper
Found Poem In A Real Place: “Harringay Train Station”
Illustration by Mavni.
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