I sang to no one today
because I could hear your voice
telling me I'm selfish, moaning
cause I always wear black.
You're too hip-hop to ever know
the value of Johnny Cash or
solitary confinement. In here
it's quiet, out there it's Sunday;
when the faithful hymn together
and others hangover in silence.
I turn on the radio;
love songs, no thanks.
Bio: Born in Ayrshire, Scotland, Kevin now lives in Athens, Greece, where he teaches English as a foreign language. He is the founding creator of >erasure, >erasure ii; mixed media collaborations with various artists and poets He is widely published both online and in print. Burdlife (Tapselteerie, 2017), is a sequence of nine wee poems inspired by Scottish birdsong and Ivor Cutler. Androgyny (4word, May 2018) is his latest poetry pamphlet.
