Sunday, August 19, 2018

Silly Rhymes by C. Sean McGee

WOMAN: a poem, a prayer

My breasts are the ocean,
My cunt is the rising swell.
My lips are the break in the waves,
My kiss an irreversible spell.
My eyes are the moonlight,
My breath is the wrecking gale.
My heart is the distant shore,
My love, a cautionary tale.

I am she, the perilous isle,
The tide, the earth, and the moon.
I am she, the destroyer of man,
Woman and mother too.

Woman: a poem, a prayer ₢ 2018 C. Sean McGee


Little butterfly flaps its wings
A little birdy screams and sings
Her bed is covered in feathers
On the floor, a wedding ring
Little butterfly brought her change
Let her out of an iron cage
Now nothing will ever be the same again
Little birdy better learn to fly

Sex ₢2018 C. Sean McGee


Worship her
Without her, nothing is
Divine woman
Divine womb
Giver and taker of life
Mother Earth
Blood and birth
There are no Gods
There are none higher
Without her, nothing is

Mother ₢2018 C. Sean McGee


a yellow breasted bird
on an old fruit tree
fluttered its wings as it left
what a sight to be seen; for a man such as thee
on the tip of his very last breath
alas nothing grew in the garden again,
not a flower; not even a weed
nothing but a stone, and a wreck of a home
and the roots of an old fruit tree
but a day it would come, when as yellow as the sun, fell a feather from a little bird's breast
for above it did flutter; with no quiver or stutter
where the man and the tree lay at rest
suicide ₢2017 c.seanmcgee


A boy stares at his reflection,
And sees an old man looking back.
"Where did the time go?" he wonders.
And "How did we ever lose track?"
"Is this the same person,
That amounts to wondrous things?"
"How long did we spend dreaming?"
"Is this reflection really as it seems?"
"Who are you old man?"
"I’ve seen you in times before."
"Is this, the face that greets me,
The mask I always wore?"
The old man drops his stare,
And moves towards the door.
The boy he thought he was,
He can recognize no more.

₢2004 C. Sean McGee


Mary was a drunk,
and down on her luck,
But never was Mary a bore.
With a mouth like a gun,
and boy could it run,
She had every man on the floor.

Though her words they did slur,
It would never deter,
Her love for the drink and a tale.
Be it story or rhyme,
A sonnet or line,
She'd go at it hammer and nail.

And it's fair to be said,
That in truth she'd be dead,
Were it not for her gift of the gab.
For her life it was shite,
but the booze made it right,
and her words, they could pick up the tab.

You see Mary she lived with a cunt of a man,
An asshole that no-one could stand.
A bitter old prick,
As crass as was thick,
And who spoke with the back of his hand.

And Mary she wore all the bruises and marks,
On her face, her arms and her neck.
But the look in her eyes,
When she drank or reprised,
If you'd seen it, you'd never forget.

I can't quite describe it,
except only to say,
that no man was ever the same.
The moment they came to take her away,
With noone but Mary to blame.

You see her husband was found,
all bludgeoned and bound,
Floating in a bag in the sea.
And with a pint in her hand,
And too drunk to stand,
Old Mary was ready to plea.

"No contest, your honour,
for every drink,
and every word i have said.
But as for that prick,
I've no shame and no guilt,
In how he ended up dead."

And so she drank her last pint,
With the hangman in sight,
And the rest of us down by the stairs.
And she told us a fable,
The best she was able,
Considering her state of affairs.

And though history would remember,
Her violence and temper,
For us it was hard to forget.
The way she could drink,
and thoughts she did think,
the most remarkable woman I've met.

Mary the Butcher of Salisbury ₢2017 C.SeanMcGee

One Foot in the Grave:

"Why wait?" I said. "Why hesitate? "What good is one day from another?"
You just laughed, and slapped my back;
"That's a good one," you said. "That's a real good one, my brother."
And so we drank to all our worries,
And we drank to all the blues.
And the sun it rose in a miserable light,
As we drank to all of the truths.
The truths we had forgotten,
And those we'd rather forget.
To the ones which proclaimed us a villains,
And to those we owed a great debt.
And so we drank to the end of times,
To love and its inevitable end.
And we stumbled off home in the wee hours of dawn,
Just a prick and his miserable friend.

₢2017  C. Sean McGee


There's a cat on the windowsill
with a rat in its stomach
that had eaten the cheese
that my lover left behind
the day she went away

₢2017  C. Sean McGee


There goes
that girl over there,
Who’s not really here
as she is over there
unbound and unknowing
unwilling to care
mute to your calling
and blind to your stare
see her you will
and by that you will swear
that the girl over here is the girl over there

₢2005   C. Sean McGee


Of everything; and anything
To have ever been, to ever come, and to all which will one day come undone
Of everyone; and anyone
That ever was and will ever be; and to those that came undone.
Of clocks and candles; of time and age
Seamless is the transition; and nary a break in the day
Of ego and name; of pride and shame
On how you fucked, how you looked, and how fast you could run
All of which will either soon or have long since come undone
Of broken hearts and broken toys
And the pieces of which are all scattered on the floor
Of we and they; and of you and I
One of us is bound to come undone
Of love and the courage to suffer and yearn
Let your children leave you, no longer need you; and never return
Of being loved or living alone;
Whether walking on eggshells or the silence that fills up a home
Of being unheard of and forgotten; or of love that grows distant and cold
For all that you gave up or lost; and for that which you never will hold
Of me and my name.

The Art of Letting Go ₢2017 C.SeanMcGee

Green Thumbs?:

Was it something i learned as a boy
A passage the devil had said;
"A rose it will bloom in November and June, but only if you cut off its head."

₢2018   C. Sean McGee


A miserable old prick in a house made of sticks,
and the lady who smoked were a bore;
for both of them sat in the idleest of chat,
on a corner, in the cold, by a door.
One of them coughed, and the other one smiled,
but neither was getting along;
Not a thing to be said, not an inch or a mile,
not a story, a rumour, or song.
It wasn't until the man had been killed,
that the lady who smoked seemed to care;
for his body it lay in the shallowst grave,
on the corner, in the grass, by the stairs.
The nieghbour's complaints and the copper restraints,
and her heels were the worst of it all;
While the body of a man and her fingerprints can,
confirm she was partly at fault.

One Saturday in August ₢2017 C.SeanMcGee


Take me from where I am.
And guide me closer to you.
 Give me the scars that tear out your heart.
 So I can be closer to you.
 Kiss me again and feed me your pain.
 Then haunt me when I am alone.
 Nestled in mind, I hold you inside.
And make your sorrow my own.
As death closes in, I burn deep within.
Taste your breath and caress your face.
Before I should die, please take me aside.
For one last eternal embrace.

₢2001  C. Sean McGee

Saturday, August 18, 2018

Dark Existential Fiction by C.SeanMcGee


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b00k 001 in the CITY trilogy

83,040  Words  /  Dystopian Literary Fiction

b00k 001 in the dsytopian trilogy: CITY: A Literary Concerto

A Rising Fall is the first book in the dystopian trilogy. The story starts ten years after the blackout as a group of humans struggling to fight off a conscious famine, try to re-learn empathy to save humanity in an old industrial assembly plant. In 3 days; feigned affection, deception and a black heart will take them further into the repression of their own fears in search of unconditional love. 

b00k 011 in the CITY trilogy

88,990 Words  /   Dystopian Fairy Tale

b00k 011 in the dystopian trilogy: CITY:A Literary Concerto

Through the charred wreckage of one man’s philosophy, an adventure into conscious delusion and dark dystopian fantasy begins as the survivors of The Nest find themselves on three paths where each will endeavor to rein their conscious minds to grasp the philosophy of existence and abate the shackles of conscious Famine as they march onwards towards New Utopia.

On one path, Marcos, having woken naked and amnesic at the scorn of ancient women whose immortality derives from the wearing of young girl’s faces like decorative dresses; is chased through a dense wilderness for the face that he wears whilst drifting in and out of conscious Famine, giving a glimpse into The City that was, one of obligation and Infant Industries.

On the second path, in The Kingdom of the Hound, Ruff the dog is awoken to conscious debate, rationalizing and philosophizing with an ostentatious small Chihuahua called The Bitch Queen over the nature of unconditional love as he fights to save the lives of his human friends from being gamed by savage hounds and monolithic boars. 

While on a third path, The Woman will unravel, through conscious delusion, the true extent of her repressions and her loveless abandon as a young girl; Safrine, through childish rhyme, is challenged by a creepy old man into a game of coloured cubes to save her two companions from the effect of The Famine.


12,062  Words

Strange Literary Fiction / Religious and  Philosophical Satire

An unconventional take on unconditional love


92,490  Words   /   Strange Literary Fiction

This is the story of Joao, an uninspiring country boy who moves to a slum in the city with his drunken, violent, preacher father; The Bishop and falls for amiable prostitute named Charity.


8,390  Words

Strange Literary Fiction / Philosophical Satire (live writing experiment)

Based on the Nietzsche proverb - 'he who fights monsters might take care lest he become a monster'

This is the story of Christine and the day she grew a penis.


29,500 Words

Strange Literary Fiction / Black Comedy (live writing experiment)

The end of the world is nigh and only one man can stop the coming apocalypse. Shane MacGowan has the ultimate weapon; the greatest song ever written and to save the world, his mammy and Teresa he just has to remember how it feckin goes. 


21,170  Words

Rock Fiction / Straneg Literary Fiction (live writing experiment)

Rock Book Volume II: Dark Side of the Moon. Set to the music and lyrics and music of Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon, this is the story of Theodore the disenfranchised rabbit; working tirelessly on the moon to dig a hole from one side to the other to let the sun through; playing in a mundane rock band and having sex rampantly but without much zest. 

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Alex and The Gruff (a tale of horror)

96,320  Words

Horror / Strange Literary Fiction

This is the tale of a polite and well-mannered boy named Alex who; after being abducted by a pedophile, develops an incredible bond with an angry and foul mouthed doll called The Gruff who teaches young Alex how to find his voice.

When Alex wakes bound in a wooden coffin to manic cursing and abusing, he finds something he’d never imagined having, a true friend. In the days that follow, a small oddly tempered doll called The Gruff will teach Alex how to say no, how to sharpen his claws and how to kill a man. 

And a triangle of deception will leave Alex wondering who the real victim is.

Based on real events, Alx and The Gruff (a tale of horror) explores the philosophical theme of the effect of the domestication of children through mannerly learning and poses the premise that 'politeness is the discipline of abuse'. 


24,120  Words

Political & Philosophical Satire / Strange Literary Fiction (live writing experience)

The Terror{blist} is an ironic and dark humoured short story that examines the masculinization of idealism and the probable effect of the contrary. In a well of depression, Gavin, quits his telemarketing job and joins a group of radical idealists. In the days leading to his act of terror, a typo has all news stations emasculating the acts of his terror group. Thinking he will be remembered forever as someone less than a man, Gavin ponders the things that men do.

"Real Men Wear Vests"


... or about how everything i own is covered in a fine red dust

14,930 Words

Political Satire / Starnge Literary Fiction

On the night of 'The March', The Teacher will find himself, in the most profound and liberating test of his ideals. Part philosophical and politcal satire, and part gut wrenching horror, The Anarchist, proving once again that C.SeanMcGee is to be found neither on the left nor the right of traditional and scholared ideology, points an ironic, poignant and articuate finger at idealism and its literal implications.

Happy People Live Here

89,460 Words

Existential Fiction

On the ninth floor of an upscale apartment complex, a young couple will come to terms with the loss of their son and the impending release of their daughter from a psychiatric clinic on her fourth birthday.

In the three days leading to Korine being released from the clinic, The Mother, The Father and Linda will each, in their escapism, deal with their own demons. And each will captain their negation and ridicule before eventually, on the third day, falling into some kind of teary and blissful acceptance.

This is a story of happiness, regardless of the hurt and suffering of which it is sometimes garbed.

The Time Traveler's Wife

Science Fiction / Existential Fiction

A cautionary tale of love, mathematics and the innocuous,


134,700 words

Dark Fantasy /Sci-Fi / Existentialism / Weird Fiction

Under a black starless sky, a troupe of ragged freaks and performers - led by the perverse and enigmatic Ringmaster - makes its way into a town disparaged by death and disease, intent on curing the sadness, suffering and infirmity of its inhabitants with Light.

** cover image: Le Fête by Mario Duplantier (Gojira)

Inspired by the album DEMON by the band GAZPACHO


Science Fiction / Existentialism

71,100 words

On the eve of a bloody secular coup, an old man will come to terms with his murderous obsessions; but will he ever find peace?

The Inscrutable Mr. Robot

Science Fiction / Existential Fiction / Social Satire

Morality and humanity come into question as a robot, overwhelmed by the promise of his own potential, discovers meaning and purpose in a bloody showdown with ex-superheroes, dastardly villains, and lesbian justice warriors. 

"Am I a shitty robot from the 80's?"

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Existential Fiction / Social Satire

A short parable about a small boy releasing the girl within. But could something far more sinister be lurking beneath?

A distastefully witty tale of horror.

**Based on the song Trains by Porcupine Tree

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Alex and The Gruff:  Dawn of The Bully Hunter

Dark Fantasy / Science Fiction 

With the help of a foul mouthed doll, a shy seven-year-old boy will overcome his greatest fears as he confronts a multiverse rife with bullies and monsters in a battle to find his inner voice.

Like any well-mannered boy, Alex is weak, timid, and unable to say no. At school he is picked on and teased, while outside of school, he is being hunted by child stealing monsters and deranged scientists, intent on reversing the irreversible arrow of time.

In a fable that unravels the threads of the multiverse, young Alex, along with his new best friend forever (a muscle flexing, foul mouthed bully hunter called The Gruff), will discover that the dearest and most impossible enemy is oneself; and in a final showdown, he will either save the existence or he wiil save himself.

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A coming of age story about Pete, a Toxoplasma gondii, who wants nothing more than to follow his father's footsteps and make his home in the belly of a cat. But when he ends up in the belly of The Human instead, Peter Gondii must use the extent of his will and engineering might to fulfill his promise and overcome the impossible burden of fate and chance.

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