Clive Culverhouse Poems

he entered the room as if rice was about to boil over,
seeing faces of those he didn't recognise look as though
they were reading the last line of a book they never read
before, staggered, asymmetrically pensive in times during
...

These walls are my sanctuary
guarding me, looking after me
stopping me, restraining me
my prison but my safety
...

there's a man
on a train
with his head
in his hands
...

placing a pen upon the desk
aligned with paper
grooves of wood and knots in stain
as if absorbed in thought and mind
...

Live to die for rebirth
Rebirth live to die for
For rebirth live to die
Die for rebirth live to
...

you always said there was something
about the trees, and mountains peaks
were good places to sit, tuning in TV
sets as though we held the world, or
...

stair board creek
the house long empty
... echoes
stale shuffling
...

I was fine in my bubble
just some Moses in my own parting
and yes, you ruined my thoughts
and spun me in antonyms
...

stop throwing baseballs
for my neighbour's cat
his swing just isn't in it
and besides, I'm a little
...

…I stoned the lord of death to death
we lye, now, side by side

as
...