First published 1994/1995 nero sits in his white house eating big macs and playing the sax while adolf in munich dances a jig rachel stands alone forsaken by the world weeping for her children like an audience at the coliseum watching gladiators fight the world waits for her children to die with pilate we wash […]
Tag: Ungagged Poetry
Chuck Hamilton Writing
News, Articles and Opinion Rise Up And Abandon The Creeping Meatball Remember Ronald Reagan Bisexuality, From A Bisexual Jesus – Guilty as Charged The Union Is Dissolved (Or Soon Will Be) The Meaning of Life, Part 1: Cosmic Perspective The Meaning of Life, Part 2: Ain’t no Power In the ‘Verse The Meaning of Life […]
On Poetry
I have been writing now in earnest for around 25 years. I started writing TV and film scripts, and then moved to playwriting before – a little over a year ago – I found myself inexplicably returning to poetry (where in truth it all began) – this time, however, I found I had a […]
Drunk Uncle Trump
He rants and he raves And he waves his finger Just like your drunk uncle (Although he’s a better singer) He’d like to deport everyone And build a big wall He doesn’t see a single Problem with that at all He’ll try and grab your pussy With his tiny orange hands How is he close […]
So What, If
So What, If What if you’re told you can’t, when you know you can When you’re still in the running not an also ran Start off last and end up first The party’s last balloon to burst To be full of intention but put down when you try Yet stand straight back up and throw defiance in […]
Steve McAuliffe Writing
News, Articles and Opinion The Silencing of the Lambs: William Blake, Elite Child Abuse and New Jerusalem On Liberty and Dissent Poetry On Poetry Silence Like A Roar Create Your Own System Liberty Death of a Vampire Rejecting Soma BLOOD MOON Vampire Limousine Fiction and Satire Blake’s Wake Chequers: Last Days of May My […]
Inside Your Mind
Inside your mind I want to wear your mind for a day, walk the world your different way. I want to feel sounds with your skin, to taste the colours and the noise , and the chaos all around, feel it knotting and winding inside, and overtaking all. Feel my tongue tie to my mouth, […]
Random Thoughts, the day after a really weird night I spent at Kilroy’s Coffeehouse, and no, I’m not on acid.
I don’t really care whether I go to heaven Or whether I go to hell I don’t believe in that version of reality Somehow I think the Otherside If there is one, that is Would blow the fucking minds Of the purveyors of guilt and fear But even if — and that’s a big IF […]