Monday, June 5, 2017


upstream spawning
downstream dreaming
days of long migrations
nights of lost reflections.

© robert greig 2017

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

creatures of habit

we’re creatures of habit
habitually wearing
our habits like monks
with nun but ourselves
to blame

some even repulsive
feeding them
eking them out
like a spiritual need

the things that we do
and those that we don’t

recessive in genes
creatures of nature
buried in nurture
abandoning instinct for more
of the same

sculpting imperatives
straining repetitive
drowning in sedatives
clinging on tentative
vacant looks
falling in line

and minding the gap

mirroring mirrors
identity withered
one, disconnected
two for collective unconscious
three for amnesia seams
four for shredding a dream

lethargy lured
with comfort and joy
enjoying inhabiting
bearable scraps
of weather-worn skin

and wasted
craving an encore
an encore
craving for more
more of the same
what’s in a name
but a weary refrain
a creature of habit
taking the strain

goes the sinew
a fracture of bone
time to go home
lock all the doors
and turn off the lights
tomorrow too soon
to bring
more of the same
of the same
of the same
more of the same
a train going nowhere

© robert greig

Saturday, February 25, 2017

as far

as far as the eye can see
I see as far as the ear can hear
I hear as deep as I can breathe
I breathe as much as I can touch
I touch as far as I can throw
a stone as far as I can speak
my mind as much as I can write
I write as much as I can rhyme
I don't as far as I can reach
my hand as loud as I can use
my voice as much as I am
understood as still as I can stand
I stand as clear as I can shout
I shout as far as I can say
I say as little as I am
I am as far as I am near
I’m far as near as I am far
I’m far as long as I can jump
I jump as high as I can fly
I fly as hard as I can fall
I fall as far as I come down
I come as far as I can swim
I swim as far until I drown
I drown as far as I can step
I step as much as I can take
I take as much as I can stretch
I do and stretch until I bend
and break as soon as I can sleep
I sleep as much as I can die
I die as far as I am strong
I’m weak as far as I am right
I’m wrong as far as I’m concerned
I’m not as far as I am found
I’m lost as far I can tell
I don’t as far as I can feel
I can’t as far as I am numb
I am as much as I can know
I don’t.
© robert greig 2017

Friday, January 6, 2017

Christmas is over (epiphanies)

Christmas is over
goodwill's been drained
the gloves have come off
a parade in the rain
hollowing eyes
under cynical skies
return of the bitterness
leftover lies.

Christmas has gone
with the wrapping and gin
an over-indulgence
spewing from bins,
returning to form
and the tangle of scorn
shredding a language
where Carols were born.

Christmas is closed
and Santa’s been sacked
the last silent night
is tawdry and cracked,
of slings and of arrows
of sticks and of stones
secrets and lies
flayed to the bone.

Christmas for sale
along with the truth
who needs the facts
when it’s all about you,
tongue-speak in tongues
in hypocrite crowns
a new world disorder
poison the ground.

Christmas unwrapped
black and blue bruised
now slightly tawdry,
stained, contused,
bigotry’s back
intolerance too
nothing has changed
nothing is new.

Christmas is worn
faded to grey
a wish on a star
a stench of decay,
a carpet of needles
under the tree
littering streets
and strewn around feet.

Christmas is bust
swimming in debt
final demands
and cards overstretched,
suicide hotlines
burst at the seams
as lights are turned off
along with the dreams.

© Robert Greig 6th January 2017

( * for Twelfth Night this poem is a companion piece for “Christmas is coming” written and posted on the 24th December 2016 at, )