by Tom Mcgreevy | Mar 29, 2008 | Poetry
It’s a long poem since I wrote a time The words they spell out funny They leave my brain just perfect On page as thick as honey I know just what I want to say I face you ‘back to back’ I think of words in glowing white They then come out in black My tongue it works in...
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...
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
‘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
Dying is easy, it is the living that is hard; A quick scratch of glass upon a pretty throat, A razor cutting deep into a slender forearm, The rope, the gas oven and that little bottle of pills. Dying is so easy, too easy; living is hard; You die a little each day, and...
