Dr Dermot Glennon is a Silver Stake poetry slam-winning performer and a prize-winning author of short stories in multiple genres. An inveterate seeker (and cause) of scandal, he is also possibly one of the greatest poets and philosophers of the last two centuries by virtue of this being totally subjective and non-specific.

Anthems and Album Tracks by Dermot Glennon
Anthems and Album Tracks
adult poetry
ISBN 978-0-9555092-9-2 | 112pp | 2011
rrp £6.50 | ebook £4.99

Flapjack Press
Central Books

Open the door of this book and step into the universe of Dermot Glennon and you may not be able to get out again. You may not want to. You may want to get help.
Arranged in broadly thematic chapters with style guide introductions and explanations of the underlying ideas and philosophies that led to the writing of the poems within, this book offers poetic and philosophical pleasure by way of financial appropriation and benefits from a design that fits most standard bookshelves and coffee tables.

"A mystery ranging from everywhere to nowhere, calling for an intelligent open mind. Funny, hard and relatable." - Lauren Bolger, Paradox

"Like a picture by Escher, only funnier. Behind the formal mastery and strong sense of order lies real depth, sometimes constructed from a cleverly realised unreality. And when the harlequin mask is occasionally dropped the illusion is punctured by a startling emotional honesty." - Simon Rennie, poet

"Dermot's poetry is like a horror film. You want to hide but you can't stop yourself looking." - Rod Tame, Write Out Loud

Dermot performing 'The Train Back to College' at Evidently, Salford.

from Anthems and Album Tracks © Dermot Glennon, 2010

When I asked you to marry me
I think I liked your hair and skin
but now the former's like straw
and the latter's wearing thin
and your eyes were nice
I really liked your eyes
but they soon went and I'm looking at the window reflected on glass
as if your soul retreated in
I used to like your hair and skin
it's why I asked you to marry me
but skin soon rots and your hair's like straw
and I think they were all I loved you for
but you are still here
in an odd sort of way
you pervade the house that we shared together
your smell still reeks through the house
it reminds me of your laughter and smiles and everything
have I said I liked your hair and skin
it's why I asked you to marry me
and I liked your eyes
because you had nice eyes
but your eyes dropped out
and your skin is rotten
I still love you though and I haven't forgotten
the way you looked on our wedding day
with your hair all brushed
and your eyes all moist
and I look at you now; what a terrible waste
but although you're old your waist's still thin
I think I liked your hair and skin
when I asked you to marry me
I think that's what I loved you for
'though the latter's thin and the former's straw
things are different now and I love you more
as we sit and share the silence
equally between us
in the stillness of the attic
where you slowly rot to dust
propped up in the chair
dressed in your wedding dress
I wrap the blanket round you
to keep the warmth and moisture in
I used to love your hair and skin
but now I love you so much more
'though your skin is dry and your hair is straw
and I liked your eyes
because you had nice eyes
but I'll take them out because the lids don't close
and you used to get such bad night terrors
like the ones you got on the night you died
before I sponged you down with formaldehyde
and brought you here to the attic
from where your smell pervades my house
with a rickety bed to lay you in
where I still make love with your hair and skin.

Cover art by the author.

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