Poetry: Joel Schueler

Soluble

      ‘For what, exactly, is soluble?’

      — Me & my CONSCIENCE

  

Cherry whiskers and green tea

Miss World swam out the door,

To a lair, la gare

Whichever.

Meeting whose girl at the prom?

Back up time with hourly gong,

Lying next to a cesspool of blossoms

Is an inconsolable oak;

Hereafter a desertion of time

Is woven into cradles.

How much do they want you?

For they can see for

hours and hours and hours now,

Stupid face

Innocent embrace

You beautiful creature

You.

Joel Schueler

Biography: Joel has a BA(Hons) in English Literature & Creative Writing from the University of Wales, Aberystwyth. He has just finished his first novel and his works have been accepted across eight different countries in over two dozen publications including Pennsylvania Literary Journal, The Bangalore Review & The Brasilia Review.

Setu, August 2018