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The Poems of Baz McCarthy

These are a selection of some of Baz McCarthy’s poems. Most poems were written in and around Bristol.  He doesn’t like writing at home, he says he needs the flurry of people rushing or sitting around, doing or saying pointless things to fill in their lives…

He’s always been a massive people-watcher and eavesdropper, so if you see some bloke furiously scribbling into his Moleskine on the table next to you…

Completely irreverent and lacking any formal training or respect for anyone who has, he writes from the gut and the heart and performs his poetry in the same powerful, yet carefree manner!

This year, 2023, he’s performed aplenty, around Bristol, in places such as El Rincon, The Bristol Fringe, Coffee#1, Eldon House, Fat Goat @ Jafra and Grain Barge and the poems get honed by audience reactions (shout-out to the many lovely, enthusiastic, patient and welcoming people who suffer at my poetic hands!).

Also, some these poems may well have changed by now and even grown into bigger and better poems, although I’m not saying bigger is always better!

God’s fast food

The cheeseburger of heaven.

Squashed clouds.

Squashed sun.

Squashed land.


Fish ‘n’ Chips (a love story)

Silver slither
Darting through
The green ‘n’ blue
A perfect wavey line
We all follow
Flashing dark
Moon tessellations
Dreams from the deep
Slow spirals
Climbing to
Patchwork rays

Humble Peruvian
Nodule sitting
Waiting for rain dripping
The darkest brown imagined
My dry, warm, wet life
In absolute
Dreams from the grave
Eyes rolling upwards
To muted echoes
Pockmarked rays
Saved!… Read the rest


The man on the
Big box man
Pauses with his
Smart phone
The restaurant

Helmet glued
Communicating through

A digital code
That’s only
For you


The food assassin
Visor eyes
Dead inside
Lives for

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