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Habit sticker
Lonely, smoking bones in lanes with dozy menaces Three days without sleeping, pores seeping out haze Bright lightful bringer of flame, crew a light brigade from Tennyson’s pages Seeing hues of changing seasons in the splayed canopy of greenest St. Stephen’s They come and I’ve got it, they gum it to feel iconic, that’s the…
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Everything must go
Waiting for replies so I can sell my old ties on Adverts Drew lots and severed old ties, used to be my guy But walked past you the other day like nothing happened It went from forever to let’s take it outside The bond was tried and found wanting, severed Its two frayed sides like…
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Scratching away the present
Rivers Slaney, Dargle and Vartry, throw a dart One cannot fail to hit some place of great sanctity and grace To live in such a dappled, wondrous place, its friendly denizens are grateful Here the wilds show us what Ireland is capable of being, with a cape of green A Goddess like a queen with…
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South Wicklow in wintertime
Road between Woodenbridge and Avoca magical in the snow Red kites like pinioned hieroglyphs gliding in antient triumph by peerless cliffs Fog like liquid fills up the dips, out from which flit bats and linnets in Spring O’er mine-pocked hills, where once Wicklow miners traced shim’ring rilles As grille and grid the moon’s half-hid facade…
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Now it’s
Tapping cards, keep it coming touch wood I’m tapping bark Tapping a black biro on a desk shelling hard bars into a spiralbound jotter Saying goodbye with no regards, love in my heart despite the shotgun Nudging my spine’s bottom rungs As the priest droned on about sacral duty, of love A series of false…
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