UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
CHRIS MAJOR

Modern Ways

Years ago it
was priests and prayer,
candles and crosses,
whispers of demons and devils.
Now it's doctors and diagnosis:
bipolar,
mania,
psychosis causing the snarling
vomiting and vile behaviour.
No asylum either,
just a community bungalow
where they go into a garden
and scream,
and scream,
and scream;
let off enough steam
for hell to be distilled,
concentrated,
then dropped behind
neat clipped hedges..........


Taken Away

A room of small talk,
where passed cigs
seem to jemmy
lips for words,
odd jokes that
drop to pools
of silence and ripple
awkward laughter.
Then the car,
that fat black fullstop
before a sentence
of church and tears;
where a coffin floats
its minus sign -
poses a question
doctors,
and now priests,
never adequately answer ...


Chris Major's work has appeared online at Zygote in my coffee,
My Favorite Bullet, Remark, Lily, Stirring,Pemmican, Snakeskin
and Underground Voices.







2006 Underground Voices