"In man, creature and creator are united; in man there is matter, fragment, excess, clay, mud, madness, chaos; but in man there is also creator, sculptor, the hardness of the hammer, the divine spectator and the seventh day - do you understand this antithesis?" Friedrich Nietzsche.
Monday, 16 September 2013
Three Poems for Autumn
Apollyologies for the recent dry spell. But to make up for it, here's three poems all at once.
There was a pain like a gravel pit inside.
I bought a flapjack and a
and drove six miles to an unconventional wilderness
just outside of Frodsham.
It was here
amongst the gorse petals and defunct Rentokil
bait stations that I first kissed a girl.
Rebecca or Rebekah, I don’t know how
she spelt it,
but I do remember her skin as cold as an android’s.