This poem is taken from Stand 211, 14(3) September - November 2016.

Ryan Whatley Poem
Most of it I Saw and Some of it I Was

not that the bike was too big
or how the fluorescent bag

fox-eyed as headlights passed
while I hung heavy to one side

a rock garden with coy carp
it came after when sodium

street lamps parsed and went
black or serene sand stippling

5am hush it was then I
trudged & pushed what

I guess belongs to cavernous
sky empty above four storey

blocks where peoples go on
sound portraits of nightingale

in song pale birds tumbling
the empyrean of half lit flats
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