Tag: art
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Burnt back The Liberties
Wax cast of my own face worn as a mask, wolf wool-wearing faux flock Waving my Tullamore ashplant to lull the masses into disastrous fandom Blocks of flats chocoblock with rats twisttailed Swab any inch of the wall, test green for scabies Rotten like Johnny, how it’s still standing ask the man Rubber johnny tumescent…
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Inner City Oldtime
Our own tongue throat stranger And failing to nourish will or may perish We pause, wishing to answer betters in Irish Cannot know a lost language Vanishes, we answer in English Less than swill of which our Liffey consists. What is Irishness What is native wit? Slack jaws guffawing Slenting houses built from haunted bricks…
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Last left living
I’ve got racks and bands racks and bands Livestrong bracelets outlive the land After the nukes land Whose hand shadowed the burgundy button Land sliding to inhuman climes Life cannot sustain, lung-raping acid rains It’s only cockroaches and plastic bands from Athenry to Atlanta Unmoving city full of noises, pie full of phantoms When do…
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ATEMYCAT
You know I ate the cat because I’m coughing up the orange tail as we chat Low sodium intake Fake monorail, model trains Fuck modern braille, rot our brains Been a minute since I joined the IRA We have a deranged campaign To bring out change with bombs Popping champagne when Thatcher’s got Rock for…
Alchemisland 