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Games played with the moon
Moonbound loon, printing runes in my master’s annals Tomb of old titans, striations and rilles once thought canals Ocean’s master of motion, commotion among the low nations Atlantean eraser, brine bracing braziersmothering Carving handshort devotions with Occam’s razor Lurid, luring fascinator, who turneth me Toward which ravenous lupines croon tunelessly in cold eternity Many degrees…
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The Big Fella
Heartrate spiking, monitor short circuiting like someone spilled Lucozade I leave bushels of grenades in the parade float I’m Michael Collins dodging Brits plain sight on a fixed gear push bike.
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Wrists and trysts
Born depressed, head’s recesses dreaded Recessive genes in surplus enshadow my sulcus Born a dark shogun, shadowed Atlas world ashoulder Holding onto the speakers, feeling noise Noddy Holder As I get older my nodding off increases in frequency. Show tongue I’ll show gun, I’m nine times Basquiat I’m the Uileann piper leaving Hamelin with rats…
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Babies
In family way after rolling in grass with a classy soldier from Galway Needled in a haystack, crack packed with man wax Wiping hay off each other’s backs, tells her he’s recalled to action Cleopatra and Marc Antony before Actium, affection in anguish Branding each other with elegant irons, defiant despite fate’s impliancy Tossing fresh…
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Tara of the Kings
Smoking joints in the trenches surrounding Tara Barring Yank crowds and cawing crows no sounds Snakeless pre and post-Patrick, Catholic mythmaker Using shamrocks to illustrate Christian hat tricks Patron saint of patience waiting on eighths High samhraidh on Tara’s hills, Dowth-surrounded Bizzarre visions, ancestral visitations, cognitive invasions Solar placement, erection without precedent We see them,…
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