The Black Tree. A poem.

The tree is black and formless, its charred soul departed so many years before from this noxious darkness. This fractured stump, dreaming of chlorophyll and carbon dioxide smells. This burned and sullen timber that in this wasteland dwells. If you liked that, then you’ll love the poems in my first book The All or theContinue reading “The Black Tree. A poem.”

Toxic. A poem.

The world is toxic Bioengineered Gene-spliced Consuming me While I’m consuming it Chemical carcinogens and biological tumours Oh, for a world free From genetically modified food And environmental waste Only in dreams, now Fairy tales we tell our kids While eating plastic snacks