Chris Tyrimos Poems
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Marrakech: Or The Tale Of The Monkey In The Jemaa El Fna
The futility of an ego cased in a personality, in flesh.
Ideas came to me in a juvenile milky coffee.
Semi copper coloured bricks in a cheap attention seeking hostel.
Lemonades and liars, frauds and friars, princes and peoples.
Men in the cancerous Indian summer of their lives.
Paying for lust, a well oiled transaction.
My soul spirit affected by the noise, bright lights, a voyeurism.
As viewer, more foreign hypocrite, 'Noel Simsolo' moral administrator.
A bizarre re-affirmation of local suffering, somehow,
confirmed in replica watches and matching tungsten ...
Dinosaurs In The Bath
How can today be more beautiful than yesterday?
Look in the mirror, not at it.
Your light golden skin colour twenty four hour reminder of the national gallery.
A one night stand ends up in a wedding.
Swans, most of the time mate for life. Exceptions built into the rule.
I fell in love with everyone for fun, drew a circle on the back of an envelope to signify
Had to lie down, ego ridiculous. Are there dinosaurs in the bath again?
Dizzy with optical illusions, literary intercourse.