By Thomas Hannah
I’m in bad shape
thinking about things
I’ve done this year
nothing but snake eyes
look down at mine
watering
on my knees
they pull my hair
bitch you like that
i’ll open my heart up
to tear at its seams
hoping something busts out
to touch me
a pigeon clipped my wings
seems soil is richer than this
I have the luck of a leper
the pope in Aleppo
with every exhale I’m
pleading for mercy
from a world unforgiving
please forgive me
shoot the author of this misfortune
this city is exhausting
and this evening
even the beer has made me sick.
Whats left?
Thomas J Hannah is a poet from Sydney, Australia. His work often tackles themes of tragedy, hedonism and the human condition. He is currently working on his first full-length release.