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  • Pilgrims Walking – II

    The denizens in and beyond these hills Sought every sordid, sanguinary thrill And in their wake a pill to weaken and stake through every ill We trouped past dark satanic mills  Mustering dark winds and deathly chills  Ill born of miasms plague the villages  The dells and hamlets where it kills  Indiscriminately like a serial…

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  • Pilgrims Walking – I

    We descend grim hills Slate tests our shoe grips Kills our knees and shins  Whipping winds tear our shirts, sent us widdershins  We are shivering when we arrive in We have tasted monastic meads  We have stalked Asphodel fields We have steeled ourselves at tempters We have avoided usurers and lenders  Rule benders and fiend…

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  • Dublin May 2024

    Man, Dublin has always been a dirty old town but lately it’s gone down the pan Clearly there’s no plan in place The boys used to be back in town  Now the boys are in tents by the canal Canal is anything but grand, swanbellies colour of sand More weil’s disease than a sick bike,…

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  • Your Name?

    Hight Childe Harold Brown with bubbles beer in barrels  Sooth all troubles, smooth a quarrel My soup is not sorrel, soothsorrow throat fodder Say an our Father over a pint of Fosters Steady diet nescafé and marijuana Ma, I wanna be a writer, fuck working in dad’s café all day Au fait with all five…

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  • Antient Mechanism

    Once yellow sun now rash red  An old machine whose dread  Presence is pretence For tribal quarrels Hewn ages hence Before a red disease brought a dread empire to its knees Such dreadnoughts were conceived, constructed to reave stars Tear apart space, new Tsars to bring alien races under heel  Ten millions years have passed…

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