senseless and real
illogical death of hours.
a beheaded dumbbell death,
a cat creeping sideways
a cat leaping over fences.
cello needles nearing,
ravished concertos of pain
thrown to barbaric knife,
drowning with the angels
drowning with the hours,
drowning in yourself.
we tremble and shake
when the lights come on,
staggering out into a world
that starves a man of strength
like a raw pig with no meat
on its bones.
—
Aqeel Parvez is a poet who lives in Leeds, UK. He is the author of the chapbook The Streetlights Are Beckoning Nirvana (Analog Submission Press). His work has been published in 16 Pages Press, Sludge Lit, Horror Sleaze Trash, Back Patio Press, Saturday Night Bombers. Find him on instagram @ap.writer, & twitter @aqeelparvez
