Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.


screenshot 2019-01-03 at 9.03.50 pm-03And then there’s me…

the reluctant God

of All Distance, placing

a foot on paths seen

only In lucid dreams


and on Google Earth.

Breathless and drifting

I vault from Quickbird

and into half known territory,

crashing through a whisper


of geranium and ozone

as weak cirrocumulus bullies

clasp with insubstantial fingers,

around the red pin of me.

They try to prevent my landing


– with studied lethargy – in a town

I know better than my home.



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