Gwil James Thomas

A Hero’s Death for The Poet.  

Circa 762,
sailing down 
The Yangtze River,
drunk on rice wine - 
they say that upon seeing 
the moon’s reflection
in the water that evening,
Li Po became so lost 
in its beauty, 
that he fell from his boat 
and drowned
trying to reach a moonbeam -
an exit so full of 
mystery and martyrdom, 
that the legitimacy of any of it
is still being debated centuries on - 
all in all,
a fucking fitting ending 
for any poet.

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Lukewarm Cream Soda. 

As a nipper 
sat in the tall grass 
of the park with 
my nan and little sister, 
I drink a lukewarm 
cream soda, 
my arm throbbing from 
falling out of the tree - 
my nan lights 
another cigarette when 
from nowhere 
a low flying seagull 
takes a tremendous shit 
down her shoulder 
and I want to laugh 
and my sister 
starts to cry - 
but my nan just sits there 
exhales some smoke 
and says ‘Such is life,’ 
and I have no idea 
what that means -
so in turn, 
I find the seagull 
in the sky
and watch it disappear 
into the tangerine sunset - 
the day already
belonging to the past.

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Constant Dopamine Orgasm. 

In a dream I was a helium balloon, let loose into the sky, circling a beautiful view before I went pop. Eventually pieces of me were picked up by seagulls and a girl that’s in someone else’s life now. Then I’m awake in the witching hour, restless and alone again, as a rain pours down outside and a tree branch scratches at the window. My thoughts fill this room like sardines in a can and sometimes that gets a little too much. But, I’ll remind myself that life isn’t a constant dopamine orgasm. Both good and bad things will pass. Choose what you hold onto and what you let go of, wisely. Sunrise will be here soon enough.

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Gwil James Thomas

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