The Children Chattering

Listen to the
Children chattering
With me.
They share seventy
Secrets about how
Their mothers make meals.
They say their
Brother is the
Biggest brother in
The whole damn land.
They claim to
Have crowns.
They say they
Never fall down.
They are liars lying:
Everyone falls before
They learn to fly.

Little Lizard

The little lizard licks
The wind by my bare leg.
His face furrows.
It is clear that he
Is as revolted of me as
I am of myself.

His webbed feet pound the
Dusty ground as he
Zips off into the
Bushy undergrowth.

I can see his little
Head poking out,
Watching,
Waiting for me to make my move.

Slides

The stray cat has
A stray heart.

Murder

You stick
In my mind like
You are hot tar
Or golden honey on
A spoiled spoon.
You are the worst
Itch I’ve ever felt.
The doctor begs
Me not to scratch but
Every time I scratch diamonds
Scatter in my senses.
You have hair,
I guess.
I have hair too.

Dominik Slusarczyk is an artist who makes everything from music to painting. He was educated at The University of Nottingham where he got a degree in biochemistry. His poetry has been published in various literary magazines including California Quarterly and Taj Mahal Review. His poetry was nominated for Best of the Net by New Pop Lit. His poetry was a finalist in a couple of competitions.

You can find more of Dominik’s work here on Ink Pantry.