by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
“You are Emanuel Nailmaker the Seventeenth?” “Yus!” Sniffs and then spits on the floor and clatters his teeth. “You make … nails … What are nails?” “Nailing. Nails ain’t they. Nail-nails!!” “For...
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...
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
Painkillers and poetry – they don’t mix – Pop-a-pill – kill-a-pain – take-a-fix. Look at the air, dead and dull, mumble, “My dear, please, please don’t fumble!” Fetch me a book of words today, Let me read from...
by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
There’s screaming in my head Crocodiles paddle through a swamp Of numb neurones; Hissing calls to each other From bereft beds. A trickling bow-wave Parts before a pair of nostrils, And yellow slit eyes Stare from the mind’s retina. Rage of head and words tumbled And...
