Wednesday, 11 September 2019

Gonna Build a Shrine by Gwil James Thomas

For the loose ends
of that love, 
all those days gone
that now feel like a way 
to stay close – 
fill it with our mixtapes,
sex and sentiments –
so I don’t forget of course, 
like I could forget of course, 
so it can greet me 
each morning, 
night and day 
until it looks like some 
museum of mistakes
and I’ll pick up 
the hatchet, 
lighter fluid, matches
and call you up so
we can burn it down
and go separate ways,
looking back with a smile –
having done one last thing
together.

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Gwil James Thomas is a poet, novelist and inept musician originally from Bristol, England. He is a Best of The Net nominee whose work can be found widely in print and also online. He has forthcoming chapbooks from Concrete Meat Press and Holy & Intoxicated Publications He is currently laying low somewhere in Northern Spain.

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