Hi, I’m Chris,
Response: Hi Chris
And I am a poetry addict.
I have been clean now for three months,
My head is full of facts and figures,
No stanzas or trochees or sestinas.
No rhymes. Just statistics.
At my worst, I rhymed everything I spoke.
Trying to get a point across was a joke,
I couldn’t stop thinking like Dr Seuss,
And soon my sanity started coming loose…
I’m sorry, for a minute I lapsed back…
I’ve been poem free for three months,
And as soon as I stop writing poetry in my head
I’ll start to feel like I’ve come back from the dead,
I’ll be alive and I’ll grow again, I’ll be human again.
And I can’t tell you what it’s like to be clean,
To stop being a walking poetry machine,
I’m sorry, I’m doing it again…
OK in times like this, my therapist said
“memorise some statistics before you go to bed,
it doesn’t matter how random they are,
Just to get your brain to finally refocus again”.
OK so here goes, my little mantra.
The Office of National Statistics would be proud,
That I can recite half of their book out loud.
Cellular phone technology has now spread so far
and gotten so cheap that likely more than half of
humanity use cell phones.
There are now 4.1 billion mobile subscriptions in the world,
a global penetration rate of 61.1 percent: This compares to
1.270 billion fixed line subscribers, corresponding to a
penetration rate of 18.9 percent
45% of Americans don’t know that the sun is a star
In a day 34,000 children die every day from causes
that are related to poverty and hunger.
Of married couples, 70% of men and 60% of
women have cheated on their spouse.
Annually, the amount of garbage that is dumped in the world’s
oceans is three times the weight of fish that is caught from the oceans.
In the past 12 months in Britain 174
small children have been killed by their parents or carers,
or died in accidents while left all to themselves.
I quickly come to see, that I hide behind my poetry.
The world out there is too hard to look at for me.
So sometimes we need a protective coat,
A large castle of words we can sit in, with a large
Deep moat.
Maybe you should come back next week Mr Gower.
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