Tag: fiction
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Apocalyse When
Apocalypse when Hard to say, Marty took a hearty Francis bored, cajoling exotic birds for cutting room rinds. No pyrotechnics when the president comes Manilla envelopes boxed book depository, lead spread lifeshedder the cranial suppository acquainted with a smack brain matter and tarmac That’s how we do when the president comes. Heard mooing the apocalypse…
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Trysting and Resolved
Crying pistols at dawn down the dual carriageway Finger heavy with a jewel conferred marriageways Your strange ways vex me and these are strange days Blocks of sun-stealing flats where the bowler used to be Bowling for every birthday, arcade games when we’re sixteen Two quid pops at House of the Dead, to reload point…
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Border
He has a combover and a lollipop lady stopping hand Do not come over anymore, to this our beautiful land He knows the Other to be Ham, himself to be Shem A sham missive, wedding dress with ruby hem where she knelt in her lover’s ichor Drank what his eye saw, frieze of yestermurder impressed…
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Rosie the Racer
Talk you want about speed and count horses, Jack With Rosie driving, won’t be long until we arrive back Not a single lynx-smelling Subie owner in the royal county would race Rosie, take the bends the way she took them They feared the bends, they were like cave divers loathing their sopping pearlless satchels Rosie…
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Sligo
Here every gatepost is one Yeats leant against It’s like they’re obsessed, facades wearing fragments of stanzas Strangers mates you haven’t met yet, enemies friends kept at breast He’ll be a second coming now he’s gone, due after Godot, gone with winds he worshipped His cold eye cast like a spell, his grave aligned to…
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