Sonnet

By | 1 May 2020
She creaked beneath the weight that taught His skin;

His tense electric ghost to be put out

amongst the ropes and ladders of His doubt;

He’d shake to let his body climb back in.

                     They pushed her organs into disbelief

that nouns should grind and populate her life.

And with the dream of sanity’s respite

pronounced the lockup – rendered her to grief.

Reanimated all His emptied flesh

                     to crush away her testifying voice

and break from life confessions of His choice.

gave all His rigid promises afresh:

The icon’s truth of He and her made love,

intolerance, its pronouns from above …
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Verity Spott was born in the middle of England, lived there, moved to the south of England and stayed there. Runs Iodine Press. Also co-runs (with Chris Buckley) the Horseplay event, which takes place on the last Thursday of the month. Veich also runs occasional events: Dym, Dym X, PW4 and Kissing His Boyfriend's Eyelids. Voc ventures into music with Four Manatees, Binnsclagg, Olympus Sub, Benzo Fury, Xenoglossic Hypostases Hawk Hissed Roar, all of which can be searched for on the Internet and heard / watched. Books include Effort to No, Dear Nothing and No One In It (with Jonny Liron), Illuminate This! and the forthcoming Balconette. Poems, texts and pictures have been tastelessly pasted into publications including Materials, Hi Zero, The Claudius App, Litmus, Romulan Soup Woman, Sussex Guild of Poetry, Splinter, UnAmerican Activities, No1 Fake and Supernormal.

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