Tag: dublin city centre

• Drugaddictedpathetic

  It’s pronounced Tidus as in the sound of needle Don’t know why I told you that, felt the need to Took it casual then soon my need grew Every evening injecting cruel gruel with a needle Things get needful, needed moderation But couldn’t muster it, frustration ethered Everytime I partake of the seeds, steeds Out…

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  12th Aug 2024

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• Scarredcity

  Lots of bars and fewer temples Spire like a rusted tentpole Minging and uncaring A needle so not for sharing Gearheads rising, activated by Thomas Sheridan He sounds like he’s from the Kremlin Putin’s views, he often shares them It might bear thinking about it It rises up, Clare sa Spéir Hope it’s not loadbearing…

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  11th Aug 2024

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• Strangestrangedays

  Strange days I’m upon them Like fog roll on London cockrow Strangle like you an anaconda Hope bondage turns you on Bury you in the potter’s field Forehead streaked, Harry Potter features Obscured by my hat peak, horror feature Black lagoon creature Eye and groin feast if my baboon slips his leash Read a few…

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  11th Aug 2024

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• ReturningSurf

  Surf’s amazing but I’m here for Colonel Kurtz Surf eternal returning severed feet Witches collecting inexplicable chicken feet on a Cornwall beach Fossil record emblazoned in the ancient striation Like a giant had scraped it I’m naked. How long you been into black magic? Since Pan rode the Attic plain, as urn emblazons, dismaying Keats…

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  20th Jul 2024

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• Dublin Boardwalk 

  Less than a mile from the Spire  I run a boardwalk empire  Not enough teeth for a smile  The Empire’s second city  The Empire’s droughtless titty  Bag of brown do a score or fifty  Sage for Yanks, standard grifty Garda come and I sort the Liffey  Toss the lot and I’m back to sifting  Through…

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  2nd Jun 2024

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