2/5/20
By Cai Draper
today I would like to encourage the sky to dance about my head
wind blowing concrete
thick chancer down thoroughfare
then question what drip comprising the firmament
rubs the noise whitely & static blurred in
the first chapter of a book called the Star Maker
took me sixteen years to read
in every sentence bitter tastes
the feasibility of moving worlds
away from the body through space
once I blamed my infidelity on reading too much
sci fi with a straight face
this is the closest the world has ever seemed to closing down yet here we are
dipping our poems in chocolate sauce & sniffing
fingertips like it’s a genuine weekend
& not any new slick grey arrow
hurling itself out our throat towards bedtime
Cai Draper is a poet from South London. His work has been published by Bad Betty Press, Lighthouse journal and Burning House Press, with poems forthcoming in the next issues of Tentacular and Tenebrae. He organises free poetry workshops at the Book Hive. @DraperCai