luke otley

grip ‘n’ rip

Grip the lamppost side on, fit to rip it from the granite and begin spinning like a Jō staff. Bleached …

out after toast and back after dark

There’s the somewhat dilapidated apartments, greyspeckle aggregate, each with a car a quarter century old sat outside proud as a …

shower

the showerhead is a magnet attachedto a swinging armof a crane abovea scrapheap suckingup car cubes, and it’s so sad …

suitcase confetti

a suitcase burston the bulkhead, its contents confetti –papers, papersgift receipts, train ticketsa sympathy card slicedaway and cuta child’s cheek,a …

blisters

Seagulls on a flat roofregal as robed Caesars – combine the wine& garlic with the egg yolks and anchovy,the hard …

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My Amazon parcel lieson my doorstep like a fingerin the collar bone drones can’t knock the packet turns from pineto …

The Blacksmith

the hammerthe horseshoe the iron the heat the barrel the water the rushing release the strain the brow the eyes …

something about butterflies

Always small rooms and square, white places, limited possessions gatheredup, unpacked and packed again every few years. You betsomeone probably …

Tea leaf

The tea leaf swirlsout the spout, birthedinto the mug – it’s amazingto see how it’s grown,I’m so proudI could cry, …

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I know what you’re thinking. Poetry? What a goddamn snoozefest. You’re not wrong, but you’re in the right place . …

Old shirt

And here’s my old shirt, blue and green with busted holes two, three, no, four buttons blown away – bounced …

Apnoea

How many of us are going to slip out of here like oily eggs onto breakfast plate without a whimper, …

On not getting the job

Beyond disappointment; I saw real fear in the tears of flashes of future cold as hands on bed-warm thighs; of …

Control

I like to imagine it as an idea rumbled in, wrapped around the rungs of a thundering chariot’s wheel, smuggled …

Another self-centred poem

I tried being a deadbeat alcoholic junkie, the nights got longer and the world darker and much smaller. After I …

Always Poor, Never Bored

Faith in the city

Here are some experiments throwing nail polish removal onto charcoal. More work on Instagram