Poetry

‘the fizz of the neon’ and other poems by Henry Bladon

By: Henry Bladon

the fizz of the neon

How did I end up here
alone with the fizz of the neon?

The city is rotten,
ruined with the smell of haste.

Mankind is only pretend,
formed by accident

and kept artificially alive
through the demands of others.

I should cry at the sadness that surrounds me
and the decay that hangs in the air,
but there is just me and the fizz of the neon

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That’s Us Done

She said to meet at 4
but I was early
because, well, just in case

She was already there
and beside her was a bag
and she said
here’s all you stuff
that’s us done

Then she turned
and started away
and left me there
with the bag
and my tears.

###

Jelly Beans for Bullets

Chaotic episodes of over-confidence
and spiteful hubris
create nothing but sorry chapters
in cosmic chronology.

What if we used jelly beans for bullets
and lollipops instead of lasers?

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Henry Bladon is based in Somerset in the UK. He is a writer of short fiction and poetry and teaches creative writing for therapeutic purposes. He has a PhD in literature and creative writing from the University of Birmingham. His work can be seen in Poetica Review, Pure Slush, Truth Serum Press, Lunate, and O:JA&L, among other places.

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