No Man
written by: Gwil James Thomas
The truth is
that I struggled
to kill the fruit fly,
for being a fruit fly.
That I’d rather
defend your honour
with my caustic words,
than kick his head in
and get mine kicked in
in the process.
That I wear this heart
on my sleeve
and would rather sport
a severed tongue,
over a stiff upper lip.
It’s true,
no man, I am.
You’re due
an upgrade
soon.
Gwil James Thomas is a poet, novelist and inept musician. He lives in his home town of Bristol, England, but has also lived in London, Brighton and Spain. He has twice been nominated for The Best of The Net and once for The Pushcart Prize. His second collection of poems The P45 Power Ballad is currently available from Yellow King Press and his most recent chapbook What we Do, They will Never Understand (a split with the poet Martin Appleby) is available from Two Key Customs.
Latest posts by Gwil James Thomas (see all)
- No Man - February 12, 2025
- Seppuku Haiku - November 18, 2023
