there is a room in minnesota that is so quiet
you can hear your blood trickle through your veins
no one can stand it, but I wish I was there
to hear my body shut down
here is a liver
here is a lung
here is the panicked thrum of a heart that is dying
here is the piss and fuzz of the brain
realising it is alone
what does hope sound like?
is it the sound of a sunbeam?
Stuart Buck is a poet and author living in north Wales. His debut collection of poetry, Casually Discussing the Infinite, peaked at 89 on Amazons World Poetry chart and his second book ‘Become Something Frail ‘will be released on Selcouth Station Press in 2019. When he is not writing or reading poetry, he likes to cook, juggle and listen to music. He suffers terribly from tsundoku – the art of buying copious amounts of books that he will never read.
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