Mistake is my last name.
Called me trouble.
A prophet without church.
A terrorist in the house of God.
A mistake shaped by nature.
Love revolution,
evolution without love.
Love me tender.
Put me in jail for my desires.
Lock me in without a key.
A detour in the wrong direction.
Highway alleluia.
A unicorn without horn.
Misunderstanding and
glasses in the pouring rain.
Never too much.
Never,
too much.
Juan Rios is a queer poet based in London. He has developed community based work linking cultural institutions and underrepresented audiences. Striking for survival as a coping mechanism would be his mantra sometimes. You can find more of Juan’s work here.
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