Ears smothered as the muzzle discharged
Untroubled by my charge
Fist through a stained glass picture of some saintly visitation
No scar though
Can’t maintain being sober long enough to start the car
Breaking shells leaving shards, no escargot
Through thin walls the sound of muttering
The Lives of Others, Dublin and London
Truths up-bubbling
Struggling couples arguing, slugging it out
Then downing suds to reverse their frowns
All smiles when I call around.
Alchemisland 
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