Skinless Man

There once was a Skinless Man
who dressed in old oxford
each day he peered down from
his prism tower asking
will she ever again come

Once he thought himself invisible
foam of shame fizz of blame
but now his horizon is shaded by acts

 Boom goes the world
air now a neon fog on fire
he twirls twice round then fades to black

Back to Poetry

Workshops & Resources

Did you recently attend Leo Gher’s workshop?

You can download the materials here.


Author Website Design