Blend.
I was the grey hair
on the baby’s head,
the ugly Casanova,
the bug that traded
his wings for feelings
and wished he could
trade them back,
the herd’s first
carnivorous cow,
the vegan piranha,
the one who got you
back on your feet
and then the one
you left behind,
the sheep
in wolf’s clothing,
the ghost of all that
was and ever will be,
never blending into
the crowd –
even when
I tried.
Buy the chap here direct from the poet: gwiljamesthomas@gmail.com
From the back cover:
“Gwil James Thomas’ latest collection Lonesome Wholesome Soup is exactly what poetry should be: humble reflections of the past, present, and unwritten future, coupled with straight punches to the heart. The first poem finds Gwil wandering with a cheap bottle of cerveza and ‘a poem always in my heart –/but rarely there when I need it most/on the tip of my tongue.’ This sets the tone for all 12 poems collected here. Lonesome Wholesome Soup is a wonderful collection of poetry that leaves the reader reflecting on their entire life, while begging for more.” – Tohm Bakelas: poet.
Gwil James Thomas writes with a rare thing- a pen that is dipped in honest blood. Raw, reflective, sometimes brutal or uncomfortable, these are not pretty poems. What they are is more and better than that. They make us confront the truth, ourselves and the dark shadows in between and that can only be a good thing. That is what poetry should do and thomas does it as well as any of them. I read Thomas' poetry whenever I can - so should you. Adrian Manning:Poet:Publisher: Concrete Meat Press
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