Nerdy Fantasy Writer

Seriously there he is

Looking like a body builder

But he's a Fantasy Writer

Rock star porn star

For geeky get nones

And there they are

In the audience

Asking geeky dumb questions:

Like how do you conceive your worlds?

"Great question. Now. this might sound

Strange to you but it all starts with an idea."

No fucking shit Einstein

Most ideas start that way

Like how to think for yourself

How not to be an internet zombie

Decide what is true for you

What matters what fits what hits

Dont take the first donkey's shit

As the world's most important hit

© shaun patrick green 2013

George Bush Can't Paint

In his down time George Bush

Took brush to canvas to relax

Mostly paintings of his dog

In royal portraiture style

With faux landscape backgrounds

Truly grotesque Americana

And Clinton painted too

Splatter patterns on interns

Following Pollock's school

I hear Hitler was a water colourist

Made some fine architectural studies

With psychotic attention to detail

But then Nazis were all artists at heart

Aesthetics representing a reality

Their politics never could

Manifestoes on canvas and in marble

Confusing control over the image

In two simple dimensions

With true and ultimate power

While in three dimensions

Each stroke of George Bush's brush

Makes us culturally poorer

© shaun patrick green 2013

In The Garden

She moves amongst the seedlings

Talking to them like they were people

The cucumbers benefit from her lectures

Tomatoes shy but willing advocates

Sweet potato an unruly audience

While the eggplants lack enthusiasm

And chillies chide quietly

The spinach listens intently

Waiting on her every word

      

© shaun patrick green 2013

Sonnet for Stephanie.

Stephanie's smile is nothing like the sun;

It is a mile-wide slice of moon-bright pie

That gladdens the heart of everyone,

A coruscating curve of joy in life

Bestowing a glow of mischievous fun

Upon moments and people, those that might

Otherwise be left shadowed, pale and dun,

A gift of such generousity I -

In instants when it falls on me - am stunned,

Feeling my heart leap high toward the sky.

No, Stephanie's smile is not like the sun,

Though it is my star, my fixed, steady guide

Bringing me home with love and light,

Marking my path through darkest night.

© shaun patrick green 2012