minotaur
I monster
interred in this endlessness
0f millstone lowest of light & slimy slip
snubbles and inchety scrittles
they’re poor distraction
I wait to feel the air waver
from prayerbleats and panic blunderings
so easy to track
then come amusetime
touchy with my filthy clawtip
tease with flylight tickle-breath till
hungerguts and bloodycrunch
but it’s always a chickadilly soft-being
no challenge-me
no quick-sword cleverboy to versus
my tooth-claw death-squash
oh
this perplexes
never known such a thing in before time
thin thready longalong winding-round-the-tunnels stuff
someone to me send messages
John Kitchen’s poems have appeared in various magazines including From Dusk to Dawn and Here Comes Everyone. He is a retired headteacher.