The Friday Poem: ‘Then Worse’ by Jordan Irvine
A new poem by Jordan Irvine.
Then Worse
Man stood over the bridge like
That’s it
Rocks stand scared stiff and water says
Excuse me
Drug dealers on scooters
Polite men turn to looters
Got a sentence longer than Virginia Woolf’s
Look at the clock
Chop chop
I got places to be
Wide eyed
This my first time in the casino
I stay in the corner like the sun in kids drawings
A sparrow with vulture intentions
Set my boundaries like tape when painting
I’m more blessed than a sneeze in church
She treats me like I’m God
Then worse
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The Friday Poem is edited by Hera Lindsay Bird. Submissions are now open. Please send up to three poems in a PDF or Word document to fridaypoem@thespinoff.co.nz
Jordan Irvine
Jordan Irvine is a writer and poet from Ōtepoti and has been writing since 2019. They have been published in The Otago Daily Times and Critic Te Ārohi where they are currently the culture editor.
