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When I was twenty
When I was twenty, plenty notions and mouthy Pouting when I’m scant potions Anything potable I’m mouthing Feeling shouty, my demons crawl out me A fiend freed is a fiend indeed Scouting for potential excitements I’m like Pharaoh in violence Ra’s scythe swung the trial ends Sobek drinks a red Nile You said yes but…
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Town Tonight?
Waiting for the last bus half midnight I stand like Custer Across the street Two Liffey Valley Queens The bright Nitelink lights illuminate two drunk pikeys, Pa and Mikey One feels sleighted, tempers ignited other passengers feel frightened Gliders in the night like skaters across a rink Angry forgotten time beams out of the observatory…
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Catnap
Shomrim of your slumbering form Our seomra close set Stars like stuck confetti Smoke as from the tophet grate swirls like incense about Aaron’s censer Shogun of the low hedged garden Warden of the retarded. Sun sheds in Schönbrunn yellow A mellow undercoat, as under custard You have lost no lustre My love not lost…
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What’s Good For The Goose
As far as good things for Ireland Having the electric Second to black death Where we live in our land Far from midtown, this mad town. He came as the Conciliator He came as the Lamb He will come as the Instater He will come as Calm Wondering what’s good for Goose I ain’t see…
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