by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
I am You and You are Me, We are Schizophrenic, are not We three.
by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
Where is here? Here, here is here. Here, as a wraith of shadow, here And here, over here. There? No, here. Here is now? Not now, but now – now. Also, henceforth now, therefore now, Now thence, and therefore, whence now. Here and now is terminal life, Death but...
by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
I remember, a long time ago, the stream used to bubble by, fed by the spring, and in turn feeding the Market Place pump – but that was long ago: there used to be a trough and a horse-mounting block; and I could watch the rainwater glistening on the cobblestones....
by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
Definition of despair: Someone’s mind beyond repair? A wilful creak on the stair And a fly trapped in a spider’s lair, Torments of the child – alone With the angry ringing telephone, Echoes crash from the mockery stone: Nanny’s voice in the...
by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
‘Neurotics build castles in the sky, Psychotics live in them And Psychiatrists charge the rent.’ Cynics do not believe in them, Hypochondriacs die in them And Critics, sincerely, doubt them. Psychopaths kill for them, Obsessives want them And Advertisers...
