On the day
my father
was buried
it didn’t rain
and
a friend
of my brother’s
used up
all the tears
I couldn’t shed
so I became
an umbrella
for the
downpour
flowing
down his
chubby face
I noticed
how crooked
his teeth
had become
there was
very little
to be said
or to be done
it was all
so very amusing
the mouth
of my father’s grave
wanted to
swallow me whole
it was so
damn hungry
an Englishman’s teeth
are an
international disgrace
Mark Anthony Pearce
Mark Anthony Pearce lives and works as a Receptionist in Bristol, South West England. He is an author of nine books of Poetry, ‘Perforated By Sirens’ (With Danny D. Ford) (December 2020, Analog Submission Press), ‘Wheelchair Tony’ (March 2021, Between Shadows Press), ‘A Smile As Sad As Sunday’ (October 2021, Between Shadows Press), ‘Three Poets 5’ (With Tohm Bakelas & Danny D. Ford) (December 2021, Hickathrift Press), ‘Happy New Year, Ellsworth Griffin!’ (April 2022, Between Shadows Press), 'She Smells Dead People' (May 2022, Hickathrift Press) ‘Shopping For A New Penis And Other Poems’ (August 2022, Hickathrift Press), ‘The Pleasures of Work’ (March 2023, Between Shadows Press) & ‘Lanyard’ (April 2023, Two Key Customs).
His poetry has been published in University of Essex Poetry Journal, BS Poetry Magazine, haikus nearkus fauxkus fuckyous, Obscure Quarterly, Capgras, Seppuku Quartley, Cotard, online, Inefável, Coronaverses, Winamop, Horror Sleaze Trash, Duane’s PoeTree, Piker Press, Albany Poets, Ten Million Flies, Open Arts Forum, Cacti Fur, Cephalo Press, Punk Noir Magazine & Bold Monkey Review. Mark’s writing has also featured in ‘Anne Bean: Self Etc’ (Autumn 2018, Live Art Development Agency and Intellect Books)
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