Don’t tell me to roll with the punches
and don’t lecture me with
supercharged sepulchral rhetoric
about the curses and blessings of life.
Posturing is the seedling of toxicity
and gesturing is the mother of pomposity,
but you wouldn’t know about that
existing in your world of endless personal imagery.
Your lime juice sense of entitlement
and distorted chilli pepper logic
congeals in your bubble gum brain
like acid pips in a rotten core
Take your arrogance for a long walk
and watch the filament of your empathy
uncoil behind you like a rusted fuse wire
I know what you are and so do you.
The Denial of Darkness
the hypersensitivity of others
I became hypersensitive
to modern etiquette
and subsequently terrified
of transgressing a rule
about which I am
yet to be informed
I closed my eyes
only to discover that
the complete Book of Revelations
was written in pen
on the inside of my eyelids.
Henry is a writer, poet and mental health essayist based in Somerset in the UK. He has a PhD in literature and creative writing from the University of Birmingham. His latest poetry collection is a collaboration about mental health with Dutch artist Marcel Herms and is available from Egalitarian Publishing.