Tag: dublin
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When I was twenty
When I was twenty, plenty notions and mouthy Pouting when I’m scant potions Anything potable I’m mouthing Feeling shouty, my demons crawl out me A fiend freed is a fiend indeed Scouting for potential excitements I’m like Pharaoh in violence Ra’s scythe swung the trial ends Sobek drinks a red Nile You said yes but…
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Town Tonight?
Waiting for the last bus half midnight I stand like Custer Across the street Two Liffey Valley Queens The bright Nitelink lights illuminate two drunk pikeys, Pa and Mikey One feels sleighted, tempers ignited other passengers feel frightened Gliders in the night like skaters across a rink Angry forgotten time beams out of the observatory…
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Chasing (I had tax)
My whole life spent chasing tail I’m like a hunting hound When I taste a fox I turn, don’t see Siegfried around. Laying trails in case I need to backtrack fast Back cast my windlass is west cast I sprint fast down town aves Dodge junkies mad on cans White vans black vans luas lines…
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Midday Execution
I am to be hanged outside the Tholsel Judged drunk disorderly Last meal no lasagna Not a sausage sandwich Me thinker ordered lozenges No chance the rope spares the tonsils A royal pain in my asshole I have befriended the orderlies Sean, Neil and Sandra We speak twilight language Good hosts to good hostage No…
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Cafe Days
The other day I watched a bargirl carrying a precarious pile of ashtrays When returning reverie struck, of my days working in cafes Happy rage equal expansive, rounded chin short of handsome Furtive as a stray yet bold as a peacock, easily led astray I was at that age.
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