cider teeth

by Tempest Miller



Soho shakes as he walks through

combat boots, Carnaby street, leather jacket

his collar turned up leaning on the black bollard

a fake cigarette in his mouth, the colour pattern too blocky

he has sunglasses

the clouds are darkening

crows go across the sky

he thinks about dildos in his arse

he puts his hand in his top coat pocket

creamy beads silver pearls

he lifts them slightly from his chest and sucks them in the street

in his mouth, they look like horse reins

and this horse cart walks on and rests on a little iron bench

he looks vulnerable with the beads in his mouth. His arthropod mouth organ.

anyone would

for sacheting drunk up and down Soho

he wishes his teeth weren’t dirty from Strongbow.

he wishes certain people went away.

he wishes the houseboy was coming

naked except his underwear on a motorbike

and that he would pull up in front

and get on and get off and get on in front of him

and he could touch himself watching his naked knees

fill and unfill with muscle hooking and unhooking 

from a Hunter S Thompson gonzo thrill ride

where his erotic delusions do not stem

it’s fancy town with fancy dress

but let’s relax in Wetherspoons

until 3 in the afternoon.

He looks in the direction of Trafalgar

he sees people swarming a woman in knee highs

paparazzi

he feels such rising bile

he puts his hands in his locks, Banquo 

he tastes fermented cucumbers, skipping gay Ronald McDonald

what about him? traversing from Heathrow to inner London

braiding on anxiety pills from Cardiff to Devon

why is he here? 

everything they look at is a lie

everything they love is Hell

he crosses his legs, uncrosses them

he sends himself back behind the arras

must erect a curtain between here and there

His face darkens

He slouches

becomes old very old

as he pulls another golden strongbow from his shoe bag.




Photo of Tempest Miller

BIO: Tempest Miller (he/him) is a queer writer from the UK. He publishes a monthly chapbook on Amazon. His work has appeared in JAKE, Boats Against the Current and Swamp Pink. His instagram is @tempestm1ller.

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