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House Contents
Packed your stuff away, boxed up in the basement, and in their place Hung paintings, Me looking saintly Satan-praising dainty peng tings appraising me A blaze in me that has me seeking peaks Eking my way along a fateful razorblade, blood-rusted and dust-encrusted More stops and stations than Christ’s Easter perambulations, wyrd day ended crossnailed…
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Soulcolour
Hungry pups jumping at mother’s lumps Customers pushing to get to the front, has me blushing They want his place but he won’t budge This one’s a tough one, maybe trained Everyone had a life before they got involved with the heroin craze Sweaty heads, clenched fists Suffering cravings because the Duffy’s was crazy delayed…
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Speedburn
Disturbing images of the coming takeover All the wild ephebes streaming leaf-wigged out of burning Thebes At easy leisure shoeless feet ag siúl on streets where beefy rats excrete chips and cheese Naked, unbothered by the evening’s piercing breeze.
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Take it breezy, Caesar
Dealing with cysts they’re bursting Went from Cistercian to urchin on account of my urges, would hurt you No virtue, still currying and carrying favour from the Virgin At whose urging was written this Persian Version Neighbourhood watch area, text alerting As my next level tech vehicle comes hurtling, armoured turtle Lurching down little nettle-fed…
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Stopper Popped
Fuck Guinness, pour me a Smithwick’s Full send, sinking them until I’m paralytic Caulking memory with chalice mythic Recalling my enemies, all of them British My armour brittle, burnished, from the chalcolithic For what I’m about to present, you should be sitting A cave or the dirty Liffey as backdrop seems fitting.
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