MW Bewick
Banana Haircut, Whitehaven
An orrery
in bone geometry, but
a gazelle back then in flouro
it needed something – as was becoming clear –
sweat could not dismantle)
It was peak gel
and stylists only talk to themselves
and customers hear only echoes
(As all people do)
In the middle era you may gain weight
and sometimes that passes too.
Angles are a nebula and
(I haven’t been to that town in donkeys)
The streets are always the streets of now.
A boutique called Chaos.
Chips from The Dolphin.
(Pastel pretty everywhere and yes,
it was so pretty)
Now the trains don’t run so much
and there’s nothing south out
towards Black Combe.
(It’s a miracle we made it so far)
MW Bewick grew up in West Cumbria, England. Recent work includes: a hybrid text of poems, prose, journalism and photography, If Any Thing Was Ever Done; a pamphlet, Borderlands; and an experimental soundtrack for a multimedia art collaboration, Stations. His writing has featured in many journals including Querencia, FU Review (Berlin), Poetry Salzburg Review and The Stinging Fly, as well as in anthologies from The Poetry Business, Beir Bua, Maytree Press and more. He is co-founder and editor at Dunlin Press.