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Mystical Jeweller (Dripped out in darkness)
Solomon’s ring I honour the Djinn Superfluous man Eugene Onegin. Beaker full of hippocrene and superfluids Christmas, nanny drank three Irish creams She was singing like the Druids Nice of Veolia to offer a free Luas Cough or cancer, flat seacht suas Stars in the sky, primal light sun’s rival Pages scattering from a glow…
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When I put out the EP
Migraine took a Sumerian tablet Betrayed, kiss you Ave, Rabbi Materials published anonymous What they wreak on us is horrible Weak and dishonorable Children squeaking to the Stasi for the honour roll.
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Burnt back The Liberties
Wax cast of my own face worn as a mask, wolf wool-wearing faux flock Waving my Tullamore ashplant to lull the masses into disastrous fandom Blocks of flats chocoblock with rats twisttailed Swab any inch of the wall, test green for scabies Rotten like Johnny, how it’s still standing ask the man Rubber johnny tumescent…
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Inner City Oldtime
Our own tongue throat stranger And failing to nourish will or may perish We pause, wishing to answer betters in Irish Cannot know a lost language Vanishes, we answer in English Less than swill of which our Liffey consists. What is Irishness What is native wit? Slack jaws guffawing Slenting houses built from haunted bricks…
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