Only Let’s Go When Bitten

The lie
As ally
As architecture
Fabricated for personal use

His imperceptible
Impregnable
Strong
Hold

Empathy by rote

Head tweaked on an angle (malfunctioning smile) at the sight of raw emotion

An admirer
Of his own gift
To deflect
As Roman phalanx

No question
Of taking the question any layer lower than one skin in

Humility
Taken on the rocks
With double shot and
Uber driver waiting

No principles
Around pleasure
The mendacious man lives
In HD
Without any clear definition

 

 

Solace

He can’t find
Or the door that leads there has been bolted

Where he left off

The lighting pulsates

It appears he must stay for a length of time
It isn’t clear for what length of time

He stumbles through the days, losing his way often
There seems no limit to his endurance

He believed there were only two alternatives, up the line and down the line
One day he realizes the lines have curled around him

As he circles, he isn’t sure if he’s awake or asleep
He senses nothing disagreeable will occur if he keeps circling

Already he’s in a place
He wishes to be in a place

 

 

nobody understands
no-one can imagine

Keith Nunes (Aotearoa/New Zealand) was nominated for Best Small Fictions 2019, the Pushcart Prize and has won the Flash Frontier Short Fiction Award. He’s had poetry, haiku, short fiction and visuals published around the globe.