ACCORDING TO MARTIN
Simon Maddrell
i love to sit on that garden bench
the one made out of recycled cartwheels
the way i feel about myself
how i wonder about my sibling
sculpted from rock
i blend camaraderie & outrage
like starlings & squirrels
though both are fringed
with grey & regret
the way basil turns bitter-sweet
if cut by a knife
how sometimes sweetness can only be smelt
by ripping things apart
how often i’m torn between
tongue & belly
pink & blue textures
ice cream & cum
the way a spider spins silk
& eats its prey
he loves to imagine
what lies beneath it & who
am i playing in this drama
which character singing what