Tag: alchemisland
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Poking dead dreams with a stick
I would be adoration’s target I dreamt of being a star In any field Now the very inkling sickens quickly More quickly than I sink to this quicksand that is life Nothing seems to stick, though I have applied adhesives thick, slicking My wick unredeemable grows diminutive indeed Godspeed I say myself, nobody else willing…
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Quantity surveying my hash
Keef as would fill up the stolen Mount Keefe Chalice Whose unknown maker his useless initials inscribed Elucidating nothing thereby, in 1590 It is like I am speaking of myself, whose writing trialful Turns many an eye away instantly, who could spite them Such rinds I peel away, which fall in orange spirals Are for…
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Canvas, palimpsest of self
Mind a Hockney, paint drip dropped Sold, pocket few bob But not, alas, popular Hocking loogies after bonging Daytime to deireadh seachtaine I have a sweet tooth that’s green My barra seacláide a green shock Elysian crop Hungarians grow in Dunshaughlin Shotgun grief, a formality, at the grave of one unequal.
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Emerald Isle, sending weedsmoke skyward as signal
Let me shock you I’m at it daily Nettle knocked, see my collection of non-dock leaves They’re green and illegal, they’re from overseas Greener than faraway pastures Greener than Patrick converting acid heathens with shamrock tricks Having given Crom Cruach an asskicking After he was taken away He slaved at the mountain Slemish in County…
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When I die
What is seeded accedes to another Interned unseen beneath a cedar Like a seed in cerecloth Take me far from evil and bury me I have in the loam grim merriment Let burrowing worms enter me in the great below Making citadels of useless bone, I am a thing stown Pick a place without stone…
Alchemisland 