Category: Filí my pockets
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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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Winter Ride to the Lodge
Sheets of sight-stealing snow A sheep’s coat covering steals the road and sense of route Barely seen behind his coat the driver spits rudely Cracks his crop to break the horse unruly Alexander hiding Bucephalus’ shadow A single jewel kings his finger, gained unduly Ejects starlight, the duel of sun and dew The Holly laughing…
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