Reuben Woolley – Two Poems

in Chibok

here a girl
may not learn . here
a girl may not
have pleasure . here
a girl is just
a cunt which cooks
in silence

they have faces
these girls . in Chibok
they have names
they have faces . they
are not cunts
like death is not a noun
like fear is not a word
 
 
 
unable

& we’re all disabled
to some degree , imperfect
bodies around imperfect minds
, all somewhere
in the gender
somewhat
slightly
lost
& hiding behind masks
. trying to look good
in the hall of mirrors
, crazy-house
unbalanced & looking
for shoulders to stand on

 

 

 

Reuben Woolley, born in Chesterfield, now living and working in Zaragoza, Spain. Poems published in Domestic Cherry and forthcoming in Tears in the Fence and in the online magazines, Ink Sweat & Tears, Bone Orchard Poetry,Nutshells and Nuggets and The Screech Owl. His first collection, the king is dead,  was published in July 2014 by Oneiros Books.

Reuben Woolley – unsigning

unsigning

we have no agreement
with death . the terms
are unequal
. the gods
moved from their mountains
& their kids’re riding
shotgun on the subway
, painting names
on walls , desperate codes
in cold times

when ravens walk
in every street , just listen
to them talk . no breeze
from the west , the ocean dried
& all its monsters rotted . ain’t no return
ticket to primordial slime
. just one way out
. paint
that fuckin’ wall
colours of rage
we don’t go easy, dying of consumption , dying
of fear . bring it on
motherfucker

Reuben Woolley, born in Chesterfield, now living and working in Zaragoza, Spain. Poems published in Domestic Cherry and forthcoming in Tears in the Fence and in the online magazines, Ink Sweat & Tears, Bone Orchard Poetry, Nutshells and Nuggets and The Screech Owl. His first collection, the king is dead,  was published in July 2014 by Oneiros Books.