Poetry by Richard Wink |

I've got knives in my eyes, I'm going home sick

Today I walked through tombland
to visit a hole in the wall
withdrew my card
withdrew the cash
wandered with a pocketful
past six double decker buses.
Children, they smiled down from the top deck
unaware of the likelihood
of a bleak future

Jobless clown
I smirk a dirty grin
to a toothless tramp
with the dribble of desire
running down his stubbled chin


Richard Wink is a poet based in Norwich, England. His words have been featured all over the shop, most notably in aesthetica magazine, zygote in my coffee and 3am magazine.