Ameer is a 25 year old author and poet living in London. He specialises in transgressive fiction and is currently finishing a collection of short stories entitled: The Smutcan Squeeze
What I Heard
It is concentrated to a paste
Thick enough to stick a knife in.
A damp-sweet pungency you can’t help but smell.
What is the smell?
An experience so striking you shivered
Hazy legs upon arms
A high better than any other high
Even after the floods
King Shezzar's Dream
They prostrate before the idol of a brass turkey
Whose wings encase the city like an egg.
Origami chieftains sway on their litters
Carried by hunchbacked children
Serving wine soaked Dodo meat crawling with ants.
Gaze narrows at the crumbling multicoloured ziggurats
Where the accused
I am The Martian
Past the unseeable colours beyond
It awaits in one pointed concentration
A being separate from meaning, that is, was, and will be, and surpasses such names
On the journey through the prismatic death mirrors, it recognised the fearful apparitions of the self, abandoning all linear notions
