Clinton Tyree : Writing

The Ministry of Predators

The Ministry of Predators

A Poem by Clinton Tyree


For years she would goon her way free.Many would see her beautiful,darting around the forest gracefully,and some would presume that they could, would,..
Lost Control

Lost Control

A Poem by Clinton Tyree


And the vehicle defies your every manoeuvre.It no longer matters where you push and pull the wheel,or how you pump the pedals,you no longer have any i..
S**t is a Fertiliser

S**t is a Fertiliser

A Poem by Clinton Tyree


Sick in the f*****g stomachLurching from pillar to postSprinting like a cheetahStaggering like a drunkOveroveroverovertiredunderspleptsleep deprivatio..
Sticky Fingers; Sticky End

Sticky Fingers; Sticky End

A Poem by Clinton Tyree


After appearing quietly in my street,you moved gracefully, flawlessly,through the charade of love,the feigned mobilisation to infatuation,all the gest..