Repetitive Hair Disorder

too much spare time – not enough spare time

Curtain Call 2014

I’m very pleased to have had my poem Curtain Call 2014 published in Poetry Super Highway’s sixteenth annual Yom Hashoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day) issue.

I’ll Fifty-Seven (first draft)

It’s seems a shame that God doesn’t offer a range of useful life-toiletries and cleaning products: bleach guaranteed to kill 99% of all household guilt, perhaps. Or a topical disillusionicide. Is there really no stabilising solution for a mind which wanders and wonders as it wants – as it its wont? Why take two lots of confusing emotions into the shower when thirty-four will do? I forgot almost everything once. I can’t believe it’s not better.

(c) Colin Lichen, 2014

Valentine’s Day 2014

Roses are red
Violets are red
Fcking iritis.

(c) Colin Lichen, 2014

Don’t Dis Doggerel

Don’t dis doggerel.
It’s harder than you think,
to avoid the well-signed metaphor
and instead piss in the sink.

To ignore the simile that pleads like begging child with hands that bleed; turn ears deaf to the misery of never-used hyperbole,
and all the time with one eye on the next
allitera-tion…
Hmm…
Anyway.
Don’t diss doggerel.

(c) Colin Lichen 2014

Help Me

The trouble is
that these daft lines
appear without my bidding.
I wonder: mental illness/mad?
Yes really, I’m not kidding.

(c) Colin Lichen 2014

Two Corny Curry Cuts (forgive me)

I had a Vindaloo last night
and a Madras in one sitting.
The trouble is, I’m now writing this
trapped in the loo and
wondering if it was such a good idea after all.

(c) Colin Lichen 2014

The Vesta is veggy, soya not meat
although, being honest,
it smells like old feet.

Fight or Write #1 and #2

#1
Don’t embrace them as friends lost found.
Fight them; force them
to create a sound before unheard.
Kick and bite them until
they do your bidding.
Smile as they cry.
Fcking words.

(c) Colin Lichen 2014

#2
Don’t embrace them as friends lost found.
Fight them; force them
to create a sound before silencious.
Kick and bite them until
they do your bidding.
Smile as they cry.
Fcking words.

Balls

Oh me balls are very tender
if you kickmeinumiturts,
please don’t kick me in the
balls

(to be sung in the style of an old-time music hall act)

(c) Colin Lichen 2013

Not #3

Not delayed,
defecting.

(c) Colin Lichen 2013

Cinquain: £2.78 a Kilo

Stilton
A wondrous cheese
Sweating despite resting
Tempting waiting knowing glowing
Unique

(c) Colin Lichen 2013