I've got knives in my eyes, I'm going home sick

by Richard Wink



Today I walked through tombland

to visit a hole in the wall

withdrew my card

withdrew the cash

wandered with a pocketful

past six double decker buses.

Children, they smiled down from the top deck

unaware of the likelihood

of a bleak future



Jobless clown

I smirk a dirty grin

to a toothless tramp

with the dribble of desire

running down his stubbled chin







Richard Wink is a poet based in Norwich, England. His words have been featured all over the shop, most notably in aesthetica magazine, zygote in my coffee and 3am magazine.