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Teeming Up
You’re a pox bottle Weird mantid, mantitties advance and get planted like daffodil bulbs Mandibles clattered by fistfuls of O’BatterHe, Ulysses well you’re getting upsized Cutupper a right a left hook your juddered head shudders it’s curtains, shutters Puppy eyes done nothing look at your accusing duppy, forehead circumcised Subscribed to shitkickedin monthly I go…
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Rosie the Racer
Talk you want about speed and count horses, Jack With Rosie driving, won’t be long until we arrive back Not a single lynx-smelling Subie owner in the royal county would race Rosie, take the bends the way she took them They feared the bends, they were like cave divers loathing their sopping pearlless satchels Rosie…
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Maeve’s Grave
You’ll get burst like a sat-on capri sun, son Manna take Quake lift same time man’ll get gibbed Ribbed for her pleasure apt for Eve ripped from ribs Idle heart hardens the walled garden a grim gaol, the son of Mary Arden Steelhelm points conducting frost deep in the Ardennes, a tank track trench to…
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Sligo
Here every gatepost is one Yeats leant against It’s like they’re obsessed, facades wearing fragments of stanzas Strangers mates you haven’t met yet, enemies friends kept at breast He’ll be a second coming now he’s gone, due after Godot, gone with winds he worshipped His cold eye cast like a spell, his grave aligned to…
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Coast Evokes
Lines like furrows Oil trucks navigate impossibly small roads, petering out at the sea like an uncupped match Silage smell Dad always rolled his window down to smell it, held nose barely repels it Repulses some delight others olfactorily, farm like an abandoned factory all rust and riddled sheet Smell of slurry hurried by the…
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