Category: Filí my pockets
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Binds
Why when we both hope the best We are sporting many scars Due to dine in our best dress Across no man’s table passing barbs. With only feet between us Miles and worlds apart Strangers on a nighttime bus With entirely separate hearts. Why despite a love for you Do other beds entice Why our…
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Failed Zombie Film
I left that offal in my black Nike bag for a week You in my sister’s lab coat and safety goggles, Holly taking it seriously The barest script, scouting locations in real time No editing, shot in camera in scene order I barely remember most scenes A scientist had transgressed, as is their wont A…
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Dust in the Day
Dust in the day Straw of the sun Bails of solar hay Cow is giving milk away Dust in the day in the empty house, sitting there no one about Dust in the day in the busy place, dancing and at gaily flout Hummingbirds aventious path, directionless flit flighting past Two birds but they make…
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Vision of Antique Province
Ptolemaic maps of Ireland, forts and shipeating cliffs Clothless bard kernes carving out vexing stone glyphs Satires they penned could legacies strip Women faming as chiefs and warriors, Corn kings denippled and drowned in pits The bog the bog that gives the fire, the bog with dead is rich Benbulben of the doors is the…
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Hobobituary
Rotten with Druids cider, ruckling out breathy rebel songs Rum ruddled rounded cheeks, angelsheet a bellthroat throng A house window teases warm light, warmer than any fire without; in there is where I belong. In fact this house is the house I bought. My son and I tossing ball, imploring him “go long” The door…
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