Category: Filí my pockets
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By an oft-sprayed bay window she played a nameless Beethoven
Her dainty fingers denture white venture flighty Across a pricey Steinway’s elephantine phrases The air tastes of careless lace, first editions Spice laced, the rosy studio of Wilde, welcome seditions The piper, the rats, the limehouse mist At Sandyford, the chance she called last I missed like a lanyarded drunkard his Saggart-ward train, Alas the…
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Hints of her
She is that example Every sampling inch her resisting curtain dangles Brings revolting groupies closer to my brambles. Molared chill scatters chidden leaves like strikers fleeing hissing tear. Bidden leave like a child who’s given cheek during a weekly meal; I am given leave to plead, for more lead Sufficient for feeling free, useless for…
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Skinning a ghost
Sinecure to my corrosive vinegar To replenish my vigour I flense her ghost ’til her post’s a narrow figure Lost in a world of embellished rigour Page-only figures, fleshless minions Fealty abides until no is required Some indignant choir singing into my quiet.
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Drug medleys – I
Dipping double in the molly sack, biggest in Dublin Kissing cousins close as that The weed shares its seat with the za and the brat Tipping zero ‘sif I don’t have stacks Guinness zero can’t hack it since three zero, gone soft Giving zero like I didn’t spot it Way she beamed, knew she’d been…
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Wind and monsterlike sounds
Dog-visited cattery sounds The sign-flapping wind exhibited that night At its roof-mincing might Even limiteds evinced its sponsor was some limitless divine. Monsters, those of them that live in our time And who are gaudy enough to be exposed Are inevitably worse in the webbing of the mind Than the closeness of throes, eyewhite to…
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