Thursday, 22 March 2018

A poem by Kevin Reid

Plucked


and pre-heated,
I was the kink
that had to get out the kitchen.

Hand on the back
of my tired neck, nodding,
always nodding. Yes. Yes. YES…

…the en-suite was to fuck for.
Everyday I showered
with a different goose.

They all came with a voice,
hard, soft, like back home.
I'm not one for saying ‘No'.





Kevin Reid lives between Scotland and other lands. He is the founding creator of the online multimedia collaborations >erasure and >erasure ii and Wordless, an image and text collaboration with George Szirtes published by Knives, Forks and Spoons Press. He’s also the editor of Nutshells and Nuggets, a blogzine for short poems. His work can be read in various journals such as, Ink Sweat and Tears, The Interpreter’s House, Under The Radar, Seagate III, Scotia Extremis, Domestic Cherry, And Other Poems. A mini pamphlet Burdlife (Tapsalteerie) was published in 2017.

Website: http://eyeosphere.com
Twitter: @eyeosphere

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