Tag: fiction
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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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Coast Evokes
Lines like furrows Oil trucks navigate impossibly small roads, petering out at the sea like an uncupped match Silage smell Dad always rolled his window down to smell it, held nose barely repels it Repulses some delight others olfactorily, farm like an abandoned factory all rust and riddled sheet Smell of slurry hurried by the…
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Sins of the Flesh
I think of my best clothes and they are on Inside my black jacket lining red as scarlet-snouted Anacreon Alacrity enhances your acceptance of invitation Your smile written citation I slink naked, clock my best clothes and they are off Upon the floor, finery’s trapdoor Stoking old loves angry spurned ghosts, host hating rewinding old…
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Woman from the town
Woman from the town Last house row of three Baxter Street Leased for years, Elise the landlord Is divorced and living overseas, happy To have it occupied and making piece; House like that not bad not great, nice little earner, No boast to it nor toast at signing but free of mother, Like Turner mollycoddled…
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You Up?
In a birthday card it’s something trite In my cold car back it’s a midnight ride It’s a horrible daylike night Type of eve that man’ll cop a wolf bite Noises get lost and boys get lost in the wood at night Accounts of old murder, I’m on the count, count dracula Three counts on…
Alchemisland 