Liam Ryan



she sleeps beside me
while i am awake,
staring at a rose on the floor –
or it’s crumpled panties with lace.

hall lights and chalk eyes;
denizens of the deep, dumb, heft.

it looks like a bird, lying there
dead or sleeping or beaten.

i wish it would fly away but
the drift-yellow glow is a liar.

so i wait for sleep
and something honest.
i stare and stare and wait.

beside me she is sleeping more.

sometimes i wait all night.


Liam Ryan is 23 years old and from Ontario, Canada. He has been writing for years – poetry specifically for only that year or so. His first book is on the way and He is a devoted fan of Ezra Pound, W.B. Yeats and Charles Bukowski.