Joe Castle

 

 

 

Zippo

The jaw cracks wide
like a sun-drunk lily,
a gasp of steel

in my talon hand
as it reveals a puckered gullet.
I thumb the flint trachea

till it coughs up blue flame
orange with soot.
A smoulder of Golden Virginia

taints the butane air
as I imagine black coals
seared to chalk

and a brunette in silk
dragging fire
through brown weeds.

 

 

Joe Castle is a writer living in Milton Keynes with a First Class honours from the University of Northampton.

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