Poem: Porn, by Anne Haverty

At dusk
through a window
a boy in a room
home from school


The room is blue
His Mum picked the colour
Duck Egg, Celestial
"I want a shade
with a nostalgic feel"


The boy
could be you
decades ago
Immersed in words
lost in a book


Constructing
illusions. Comrades
of the desert
Elephant gods
The glamour
of jets
A future of girls
in shorts

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His face
is rapt above
a touchscreen's light
He can touch
the world. Everything
is in there


Today's war
Ancient methods
Of harvesting corn
Porn

A new night’s dark

His shadowed heart