by Chris Green | Oct 31, 2006 | Poetry
My Rights, my Rights, my Rights! “Stuff your rights” – “Go to hell” – “I’m all right, Jack.” 4 and 20 lawyers all baked in pi R squared arguments and a pastry bell That fails to ring – no sound, no death knell. Eager cacophony of media rights – “It’s all in the public...
by Chris Green | Aug 21, 2006 | Poetry
I watched and let you die that day Just an adult child at play; Maybe I killed you With a twitch of finger Or a glance of my eye Or I hurled my lance. Perhaps I looked you in the eye And smelled your sweat and fear As I slid my blade deep into you; Did I look deep...
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
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
Along the road outside, petrol-driven demons Demonstrate their wills; hurtling sermons To some modern, mechanical Hell. Fire and Damnation may delve and dwell In ‘Priestley’ minds, but God Cars career To some greater, better Hell, we hear. Faster, faster,...
