- Joe Currie
poem by Joe Currie
There is some magnatism here
pulling this room towards yours
across the dark street
with the hum-taxis
and callous streetlights.
This world is leaning
to the point of collapse
Aching its way to you
in some concave spiral.
drowning in pooled tears
from car headlights.
In the dimming light
I often wonder
if I'm worth saving,
but in the darkness
the steady beat:
I am
I am
I am.
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Joe Currie is a Midlands born and Essex based writer. He enjoys drinking whiskey, reading books and playing the drums.
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