Spectator poems
From the magazine

Goodbye, Things

Jeremy Wikeley
EXPLORE THE ISSUE 23 August 2025
issue 23 August 2025

I emptied my drawers 

and cleared the flat. 

   I sleep on an inch-thick mat. 

Want this. Want that. 

   Not any more. 

I dream in black and white. 

Colour distracts me. 

   You only need to own three 

T-shirts, exactly. 

   I dream in light. 

Throw your books in the dirt 

   and light the fire. 

Watch the flames climb higher, 

higher, higher…  

   It will not hurt.