Chris Tyrimos Poems
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Sliding Doors (Prose In Stanzas)
It had been a while since I reminded my Self how pointless it all was. About Three days. In the grand scheme of things of course.
Futile, but amusing. Shallow, but amusing. Ambiguous nonsense, the Human condition. Interesting at times, but predictable. Me included.
I took refuge in realising everything was a ridiculous life long farce. But it was a beautiful parody.
Money made me feel sick, I took a cold shower hoping it would cleanse the idea from me, it had a hold on me to an extent as I required it to survive, I've been told. There wasn't enough soap, I'd need Dettol. I ...
Meet Me At The Diner
Welcome to my world, yours, ours.
Meet at the diner you knocked down with those
expensive beautiful lies voiced in mock red leather electric booths.
The trifle reminded me of the French revolution.
Touch hands through the ruffled edges of a newspaper.
Wet soggy cinema tickets, un cut, never used.
Carve a slice of cherry pie and preserve our date.
Fill your cup with metallic black coffee, big black eyes.