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Truncating the ritual
An old man with one eye His right hand he hides inside The folds of a tattered cloak His robes likewise threadbare, to his fasted body fastened by a rope Brought night by brumal minds An attractive religion of bloodied stones and hopelessness. In my favourite derangements I imagined myself part of some fierce pack…
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Thedifferencemaker
What sap-sealed Spring healed I would rewound My upsetting letter was the scar reviver My leather heart in skiving scabbard gathered as ever under fire My stabbed-free leaking drowns salt-girdled ground Everything measured out, throatwrecking shouts to sound down guardians These are madman’s rites; the fullbright gospel of the marooned, In the dirt, the corpse…
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Cursed forest
Low slung and sullen Below a thick boughed tree Over which are slung the ropes of those Who’re bowing out, Who’ve given up. I go to the black water well, Dip the jewel encrusted cup and fill it well. Lift it to blueing lips The gift the final sup The head dips forward, sunken suddenly.…
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Knock shrine
Channeling streams like a culvert Got the runs drinking Bulmers Rarely run, own loads of runners Invites rarely come, loads of cunts In Dublin proper Quiet courtesy the riot-leaking blockades which have stopped traffic The Spire looks like Its propping up the sky. If they could use the tip of that spike To get heroin…
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For the crows
Disposal’s a crow job Betrothal, that good a blow job. Enticement pie warm and vulpine sly, in die-for ermine. My life a reckless pilot’s straight-line-less final flight, Suicide diving, spiralling into the tides Like Icarus, rightful suit due Ancient makers of that famous, fateful glue. Guided yet Can’t decide, two directions Neither right. Can’t decide,…
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