Hermit, by Craig Podmore

Bulimic virtue gone unsaid;
Post-human revolver vomits:

I’m dead, I’m dead.

Anorexic politics I bleed out of me,
Naked old woman in polystyrene:

I bleed, I bleed.

Innocent Polaroid behaviour
And that decaying ecce homo saviour.
Acidic womb (Mary, mother of God)

Aesthetic tomb.

A terrorist’s bladder
On top of the working class ladder:

We’re all dead, we’re all dead.

Our frightful steps;

Peace had died with JFK

No one brave enough to say

That our world was born a mistake.

Craig Podmore is from Manchester, UK. Erbacce Press published his first book, I Am a Gun last year and just recently his second collection entitled The Abattoir Heavens and The Holy Ghost. His material has also appeared on many online zines such as Gloom Cupboard, The Plebian Rag, The Scottish Poetry Review, Epic Rites, Ditch, Poetry, Danse Macabre, Calliope Nerve, Horror, Sleaze, Trash, Sein Und Worden and Sex and Murder Magazine. Craig is also a photographer and filmmaker.