blog – Joan Wiley

Alone, I Wander (a dystopian poem)

Alone, I Wander Alone, I wander through a valley of shadows, where death towers over me under a watchful, ancient, silver eye, cycling from judgmental slit to audacious observer, on and on, the watcher rolls. Its name I have lost, forgotten or disavow with spiteful satisfaction, however meaningless, my legacy to time’s incessant passing, daysContinue reading “Alone, I Wander (a dystopian poem)”

Upside Down

Put on your rose, rosette, rosey red Glasses, Bow your head, divine inglet, and Submit, Sway to the tune, with minds on the Moon, Silly masses, prized chattle in classes, Tidy Labels, lies, alibies written in the cyber Sky, Spiralling away, removable ink for tasty Pi, An endless circle, trending hate, vogue Debates, Raging shame,Continue reading “Upside Down”