Taking selfies in the sun, each one with a different woman
Seven that week, one each night, a different wonder
Not a single one of them came from Dublin, where it rains
All day, dirty cobbles and a sky that’s grey, grave-smelling river
Puts paid to any notion that we are this Land’s caregivers
Even I’m scared to hang for long on the boardwalk
Junkies talking about horrors they saw in Darndale all the livelong way
No wonder they are the way they are, taking tar, born in barns
Stealing cars learning not to fear alarms should have been watching Arthur
The hated in the nation naturally despise the nation back, forthandback no rackets
Columbia jackets and tapered trackies, ends tucked into black Nikes, baccy behind ears
Bacchia up the street, see you tonight in Brickfield Park
Park your bike in town and it’s gone
No matter how much you invest in the lock
Boys desperate for profits will find a way to doff it
Like a cap in the house of God gach seachtain.
Alchemisland 
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