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    Holiday in Carlow  Low by Testament played in the car  Silver Rider by Low  Ghost Riders in the Sky and Follow  Me up to Carlow by Planxty Rivers not the Yangtze pass beneath  Old roads, the same stories that repeat  Through each age, every page the same  We are dismayed to find we are replayed…

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    1st Jun 2024
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    alchemisland, carlow, holiday, ireland, neuralchemy, poetry
  • BussCase

    We sought consultation They said look be patient We think you have a case Redact but don’t erase Smiling to his face Behind him digging graves You will taste Of my hate Of my haste In anger Of my obeisance To hidden laws Your facelessness makes you naked Your complacence sealed your fate But my…

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    1st Jun 2024
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    alchemisland, neuralchemy, poetry
  • DEWEATHERJAYSIS

    In summary when it’s summery increase in street mummery Jaysis de wedder has me sweatin’ Wear neither leather nor Aran sweater Smoke coming off the roads like incense from Aaron’s censer Love this city from me heart’s centre Sure she’s a soul sucking dementor, full of demented madheads Rentboy bagheads, popped collar mad ledges hunched…

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    27th May 2024
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    alchemisland, alcohol, dionysian, drinking, dublin, ireland, irish, neuralchemy, poetry, summer
  • Police Search

    If you see anything, shout halloa We dragged a Toyota Corolla from the creek Dredged it but no body We’ll spend the night combing The area like shell collectors A lot to mull over, pulling out old case files Dust on the boxes, recalling old names, Giles Rasdie a local had been always grasping at…

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    27th May 2024
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    alchemisland, crime, dublin, evil, horror, ireland, murder, murder ballads, neuralchemy, poem, poetry, sin, writing
  • Gaff

    Morgan freeman how I speak too freely It’s too easy to upset someone these Day’s old, night’s young, I try to call her honeybun Honey is torture, equal to eating a burger with a lamb bun Queen accuses rogue bees of embuzzlement, hive trial of century Her fiery locks in a wide bun like ezekiel’s…

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    27th May 2024
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    alchemisland, conspiracies, conspiracy theory, d4, drinking, dublin, gaff, haarp, ireland, neuralchemy, party, poetry, southside, truthers
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