Punk Poet

I’m freshly germinated,
I’m learner plated,
regurgitating circa eighties post punk poetry,
trying to see how many times I can fit fuck into a sentence
until I’m saying it – relentlessly.
Fuck you!
Fuck me!
Fuck my pretentious simplifications of the world within which I breathe,
within which I bleed for a sea of fucked up injustices of which I see.
Fuck this system for persistently fucking me
and fuck this poem (for ending abruptly).

 

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Photograph by Alicja Colon

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Lucas Howard

When I was seven I started copying poems out of a book and telling people they were mine. When I ran out of good ones to copy, I had to start writing my own. I have been performing and organising nights on the UK spoken word scene now for over seven years and am most of the way through writing the first draft of my first novel 'Zedlist', which is serialised on here. As the story is in fetal form, any critiques or suggestions are most welcome.

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  • Ryan L. Cohan

    Fucking wicked