Poetry by Charlie Baylis

        Paul Simpson CC



​snow fox


ten winters before the house where
thirteen ten

four by four
all the gravel under
snow begins to sing

pretty flower babies
i pawn to pay for sugar

does the routine
rearrange the form

truffles full of soot
dust up the nose




soft core planets

i was born dead 
carmen electra swung
on the swing with my sister
we were so bored by carmen 
we didn't say anything
we drank her blood
every good friday every palm sunday
ghosts in our notebook chinese burns in the sweatshop 
rooftop gardens my sister’s hands
slowly detaching the plane from the airplane
coming up 
on a soft core planet ​

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Charlie Baylis is from Nottingham, England. He is the Poetry Editor of Review 31 and Assistant Editor of Broken Sleep Books. His poetry has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize and once for the Forward Prize. He spends his spare time completely adrift of reality. 

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