Far are we now from cowed and retiring Irishness Lapped up by the eyes of Yeats and his like, All worn Bible and sworn twice: Once to the IRA in the byre, in an Irish voice, and once to His Highness. Distant now from trumpet sounds and proud viceregalities Wooded estates with faun follies and… Read more: Sinking lake isles
Wispy clouds Stetsoned and made alleged Sol’s weathermaking head. The Waker’s air raid alarm was slapped quiet like a mid-century stepson. Many hair-raising trials had he endured, emerging uncured of weakness But to strife inured, shorn of shyness and driven to speak up, to seek; Dad always said life’s bread’s one foot afore th’next, unto… Read more: When the boat comes in
She’s wanton, I know she wants some Everything I want comes to pass like I’m waving a wand, magecraft Johnson like a rafter Size reference for every cock after No scope a block tough while laughing Enjoy doing what you have to Death Wish Bronson in unscuffed shoes From the bushes, glued, watched her wade… Read more: Straightening out a couple of punks
Still hot on his measured breath and belch He fought to quell the waking before it reached his legs. Cheap cider’s stench cordite-acrid. At length He drew up and stretched like a pauper’s penny Rose and before long threw up. His life become a black hole Such that might interest Hawking and Penrose. Whenever he… Read more: Hungover curmudgeon
E’en through pent nose could he smell it He wished his very senses less developed Or to have fewer appendages, namely his nose; Joy when that stench’s source is appended, Until then, let scent sense’s agent be apprehended. A mind little minded by the company of men A mendicant always, away from all of them,… Read more: Sense
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