Chris Tyrimos Poems
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The Six Penny Maid (The Supernatural - Part I)
Were you too busy making your mark on the world? Confirm or deny.
To not realise the Earth from Space is little more than a changeling.
Our collective inconsistencies showed genius, bubble wrapped. Perhaps
Everyone feels conscious of their particular brand of sarcasm.
Truth or dare
Give and take
The Russian Doll
Ate all the cake!
Something far stronger and wiser is growing in you again.
In the triangle of the neck, in the anvil of a tongue, pulling in at The spine. Pins and needles? Love? Violence? Clairvoyance?
Trick or Treat? Out of nowhere a ...
Monkey Gods haunt us in novelty fortune cookies.
Belief is half gift, half curse..
At times I see the future, hear conversations in different continents.
This sixth sense slowly pulls me apart, blue electricity diluting nerve
Endings and beginnings.
The whale in the Thames a sign I saw as an eight year old boy.
A corkscrew convolution of the truth.
Oxbridge scholars felt shy at Bletchley Park, station X cipher breakers.