The ghost of myself is haunting my life

Category: homeless

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!

Homeless

When you live on the street.
You get appreciation, for the little things.
Waving and smiling at a child.
And a wave and a smile, comes back.

I don’t live here.
I don’t live, here.

I don’t belong here.

Where’s my mother?… Read the rest

Mark for life

This morning it was stormy
Lightning and thunder
Rain whipping in
I went to Tesco
To buy wine

I bought a chicken salad sandwich
Left it by his sleeping
Or dead
Head

Surely my country
Ain’t good enough?
Giant green bag
Containing a man
A person
A son
From someone
Not done
Not yet

We can still chat
A conversation
About writing
Me poetry
Him a children’s story
To be so humble
So small
So green
Have you seen Mark?… Read the rest

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