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Liquids displacing
Pies all mine, lord of rhymes And this writing’s all time Writing all the time Ink like navy snail slime spiral climbing a schizophrenic ladder I’m clad in just a warm leatherette and your promise claddagh You can call me dadda, I’m a mad bad dangerous to know Dada artist Cracking and frying eggs on…
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Pizza after the play
Rise from greener like a Phoenix Performance tonight in the Helix Dad’s got a tape of the play, slán a rang a sé I wasn’t born in the eighties You were born to ape me, hand open almoner Slice haeped with bacon, oil from Naples Like a saint’s blood, every bite delightful It turns me…
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Digging hater graves
Jealous? Get a bellyful of buckshot what’s up, Doc Rabid for wabbits, Ave, Rabbi and kiss Piss out enough to resink Atlantis, having to rethink the plan on the wing Digging hater graves like I plan to plant Hades Barding on all you hayseeds Planet Pluto above me, pleiades Crazy gods made me, Gods must…
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Stillorgan
Looking at her aura like I’m watching a film in the Stillorgan Ormonde Coming out, orienting finding the tip of Viscount Lord Allen’s Obelisk Walking through Glenalbyn, snapshot memories Old photo album perambulated Shuttered swimming pool where I won my only ever sports medal Once cut my foot getting into the pool on the metal…
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