Doggy bag

All kinds of meat on the plate 

Save the washing, use a bread trencher 

I take a flaking hunk off the end

Feel like a manly adventurer 

The first bite unsettles my dentures 

Censuring daring culinary adventure

Pay the bill when I’m sure she’s seen it

Apollo treats when he courts Athena

She is telling me about doing photography

In Dun Laoghaire further education college

She is originally from Knocklyon

Arrange to hike Ticknock some summer Sunday

Slathered in factor fifty drinking lemonade 

Chicken sandwiches with stuffing and mayonnaise

Pointing out the distant lead mines chimney 

Bird dirt barely misses me

Whistling shit missile whips past 

Skirting shy my ears rampart

Crows cawing like combless banshees 

Is that lucky or misluck I ask her

Before she can answer

I screw the lid from my flask and fill the mugs up to the flags

Light a fag and take two drags before smiling

Nostrils exhaling violently

Snot escaping mistakenly

Like loose masonry falling shaken tarot tower

Shadowing a lake of arcane power

Don’t think she noticed, howa 

Up here three hours, starting to shiver 

Flick my hood up, she calls me Jawa

Krakatoa East of Java, Kermode patter

Modes seductive, ineluctable in their utter smutter 

Whatever he rubbed on his flabby cudgel before sticking it up the bum

I can’t believe it’s not butter

Can’t eat until the last black and tan dies

Made a pact, between me and big guy

Only way I can make my death have impact 

Without shoving gelignite up my arse

Getting handsy with the detonator

God to some to others Satan

Sagacious I’m a wise satyr bowing to the lowest common denominator 

I wouldn’t vomit on most of this shit, but it’s entertaining 

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