Biography of Thomas Dorman
all my poems are inspired by things from my schizophrenic mind
Thomas Dorman Poems
'I Smoke Second-Rate Cigarettes...'
I smoke second-rate cigarettes, But I got first-rate regrets. I got ex-lovers, and something once a mother But neither of their loves could smother
Anxiety Attack #1
i am on fire. i am having a panic attack. i am without muscles. i am without thought.
I can tell him things Of life Of death And all the rest -
I durs't besay One fateful day, 'One can't drink humans, But one can be drunk.'
Ode To The Grand Oak (A Folly)
O, Mr Tree with all your might What is the purpose of your plight? To house the birds and soak the light? To shade my eyes when the sun is too bright?
Revelation Into Maturity, As She Spins I...
Rivers, Fast-flowing alcohol Rivers. Men, she recalls, of married stature trying to ensnare her womanhood; Embarassed I find myself, shuffling and fidgetting in awkward composure.
Languid Words Of The Mad
my immune system has a lot of work to do today; got a lot of open wounds to coagulate. to keep itself alive the heart wants death
she speaks only to win, even when her words contradict her last Great Manifesto of her Conquests over Joy & The conceptual 'happy home' -
my kindeys ache and a wry smile curls across my dramatic monologue façade.
Midnight With The Schizophrenic
midnight, & the poet shifts, he does not prowl
Waking up after over half a day - Having been to father's, Confession box'd my sins in & saw through the grate.
Schizophrenia Episode Interlude
With each step the world is not walked into But falls, pushed behind under me - I stand perfectly still, but can't walk in a straight line.
Schizophrenia Untitled #1
You enquire as to the graceful curvature in my arms. 'What gateway pain needed transferred to make a mess like you? Hmm....? ' Psychiatrists couldn't come runnning quick enough - First round they squared me up to a student;
A Night In The Land Of Dreams (Un Nuit S...
I bare life to death, smoke circles ensue, as lips part: A little kiss from me to you. Canine rambling in the twilight serene
Waking up after over half a day -
Having been to father's,
Confession box'd my sins in
& saw through the grate.
Not a man, but a mere boy
Getting his lusty kicks,
A fledgling stallion trying his hand.